You're a hugbox, Holla Forums

Fuck off, kike

Hahaha, get out commie kike faggot, we don't want your retarded opinions here.

Blame the kike mods on here. Users here have been so coddled by the heavy moderation that any dissenting opinion will be immediately sagebombed by retards and then reported and deleted. Back in the old days users engaged in actual discussions or arguments, now it's all about just shouting shill at any anyone they disagree with or crying to the mods and downboating like redditniggers.

Implying you faggot.

Don't mistake majority of opinion for a hugbox. It just changed from majority libertarian to majority alt-right at the exact same time the rapefugees came flooding in. The best ideology to defend western civilisation has been born in the middle of an age of degeneracy and weakness.

Holla Forums would universally be considered "right wing" by (((you know who))) yet there is significant discussion within. Just the fact that I said Holla Forums is mostly alt-right will trigger the humorless stormfags. This should clue you that there is no hugbox here.

The only thing I liked from cuckchan is that Holla Forums were forced to be part of the larger debate which BTFOing them happened on a daily basis cause their ideology is that of weakness. Here they are able to hugbox themselves which they have the right to do but by no means can blame be put on Holla Forums for that.

Holla Forums is not alt-right, faggot

Go back to where you came from and never come back or lurk more, faggot.

Well there you have it fag. If this is what you believe congratulations. You think that we have to pander to your ass and come up with an alternative. Sorry cunt but this is what you get. Us or the SJWs are what the world has to offer. It's time to choose fag.

it's a false dichotomy, there is no left/right there is only Globalism vs. Nationalism.

sage slide thread.
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Why is there so many (((mark))) shops lately?

That's funny OP, because you're assmad we're not a hugbox for you :^)

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The problem is that as the dissident right grows, it starts offering more content in the form of memes, podcasts, youtube channels, etc. All of this attracts nihilists who are just looking for something to fill the void. In this sense it's no different from any other internet fandom– "Hitler did nothing wrong" started off as a joke, and this led realize everything they've been told was a lie.

What I've noticed is that these self-professed "NatSocs" tend to be atheists, or merely appreciate religion for its social utility ala Stefan Molyneux. They substitute metaphysically rooted values with racial totemism.

Tl;dr when you take the redpill, you must leave your Nihilism at the door.

Well you're not wrong, but everyone here is going to deny it

No, they have just been proven over and over again that they are wrong. Seeing anyone trying to talk like that on Holla Forums will make you look like a shill, because if you were to lurk more then you would have changed your views.
But please, do tell these ideas.
I would like to destroy them.

Most jews are marxists. Not all. Anybody who says that one group of people is [X][ is just intellectually dishonest.
And yea, marx was either consciously or unconsciously doing what every jew is doing, being a parasite on hard working honest people. And if you were to talk to any jew you would know that their words mean nothing to them, so him being an "antisemite" means nothing to him other than trying to fit into a mainstream anti-semitic ideology that persisted through europe at that time.

This is another part of what you don't understand. Jews have genes not for working and preserving their soil, land, culture and race, but they only have genes to destroy and defile anything that is right and good in this planet.
These useful idiot jews that act upon these instincts are destroying themselves, while the top 1% of jews that control the narrative already established pure native jewish land that they "don't want to become non-jewish"(them not allowing it to become less than 85% non jewish). That is why you don't understand how White genocide is happening right now. It is because Whites don't have pure white country like Israel with fascist leaders who are ready to protect the future of white people.
As I remember correctly, one of jewish prime ministers even said "Miscenigation is worse than holocaust". So yea, useful idiots can breed and ruin their genes as long as the top 1% of jews control the narrative.
Jews are not a monolith you idiot.

I didn't understand this one, but okay.

polite sage for obvious reasons

You're right that the majority of Holla Forums is rightwing. That doesn't mean they wouldn't strongly disagree with each other. There's even strasserists and the like, libertarians and monarchists. It's just that we all hate leftists.

Christ you cucks are easy to trigger. Lmao.

people keep complaining about hotpockets but every time I actually see the op that got pruned, it's always some shitty nigger tier garbage I can't feel the least bit of remorse over it being removed.

Fucking degenerate junkie

>>>/oven/

This

I fucking hate neo-Holla Forums

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Got ya.
See this poster? This is why you have to be on your toes and call out every jew. They are sneaky.

OP, lurk moar and the truth will set your free.

And we don't give a fuck about your opinion, if you want to see what happens if we would allow shills to do whatever the fuck they want here then you should see halfchan's Holla Forums

Sage negated. Shill harder, swarmfag.

Two sages don't make a bump, user.

Nope.

Its just that threads that have been made to much are shill threads. No fucking exception.

We have plans. Stop trying to get us to discuss them.
General rules of operation:
If you are going to do something, dont tell a fucking soul.
If you do tell ANYONE make sure for a fact you can trust them.
Blackmail, or if you are a criminal, money can help with that.
But otherwise, go it alone.
Plan everything ahead of time, and really really REALLY study the area and plan of attack.
The less moving parts the better.
Attack infrastructure, not patrols.
Patrols are there to distract you, and locate you/ your base of operations via triangulation.
Make fake Ieds.
A bunch of bullshit with wires coming off of it will stop ANY convoy.
They have to call in demo guys to check it.
Eventually they will start driving by the fake ones.
Start mixing in real EFPs in withe fakes when they get complacent.
This and a million other methods are all online.

This is all theoretical of course.

Ok, fuck off then. See you later today.

Agreed. A dirty shitposter/kike/jidf/nsa/fbi

It doesnt matter, KILL THEM ALL! KEK WILL KNOW HIS OWN!

False, they've usually viewed as being a bitch-ass cuck-tier pussy, or the like.
Shilling only comes in when its shit like your thread, where its heavily suggestive of attempt at subversion and/or manipulation.

What does being an anti-Semite have to do with being a Jew?
The 'Jewish agenda' is NOT, as often as not, an 'agenda' - its just Jews Jewing.
Its what they do.
They Jew.
And when they Jew, it fucks shit up - like with Marxism, for example.
There are many variations on the style of Jewry employed, but where there is Jew, expecting Jewing to follow.

The same Jews marrying into those other minority groups are many of the same ones actively attempting to destroy the white race through promotion of miscegenation, uncontrolled immigration, egalitarianism, aberrant sexuality, etc etc etc.
You are very bad at making an argument, and/or, you haven't spent enough time observing Jewry to recognize the variations.
Just as an example?
There is significant difference between Zionist Haredi Israelis and Progressive Liberal New York Jews, yet both are sources of Jewry; note worthy being the fact that the Israeli Jews tend to seemingly be more aware of their Jewing - its more of a conscious act, of Jewing's simultaneously treacherous (in the context of the goyim) and (in the context of the Jews) strategically-beneficial nature - whereas the Jew Yorkers seem to legitimately think what they are doing is objectively morally correct.

That's an outright lie on your behalf.
And yes, Hitler had many good ideas, contextually.
The 2nd Amendment is also a good idea - contextually.

You have provided nothing to suggest Nazism is not freedom, or rather, that any other system which might be the alternative to Nazism is more representative of a state of meaningful freedom - and you aren't the first to fail in that attempt… Granted, you really half-assed it.

And yeah, if you aren't 'a Nazi' by the modern parlance, you ARE an SJW bro.

Do you believe race is anything but a social construct?
Then you're a Nazi.

Do you believe in Natural Law?
Then you're a Nazi.

Do you not believe in objective and all-encompassing egalitarianism, aimed at creation of a utopian state of equality?
Then you're a Nazi.

Do you not support miscegenation, uncontrolled immigration, abortion, normalization and tolerance of aberrant sexual practices, tolerance of hostile foreign religious or ideological systems in coordination with degradation of native religious or ideological systems, prostitution, abolishment of the 1st and 2nd Amendment and/or fat acceptance?
Then you're a fucking Nazi racist bigot anti-Semite Islamahomophobe dumbass and you deserve to die… At least, by the standards of the mainstream societal conversation.

Welcome to Holla Forums.
Lurk moar faggot.

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I disagree.

Ok Moshe.

You just revealed your stupidity.

GTFO.

We're a think-tank, idiot.

wew

Bullshit. There are shit threads, true. But you'll still have intelligent conversations with Monarchist, Russian Orthodox, Distributist posters from Australia.

Hardly a hugbox as thats pretty far from the average National Socialist burger resident of this wonderful place.

Why don't you just call us "racist" too, fuckwit?

Learn what the overton window is, and why it makes your petty notions of "extremism" meaningless.

We are different from tumblr because we are right. Your leftism is exposed by the fact that you think that politics are subjective and that these kinds of "equivalences" exist. They don't.

underrated post

Hitler did nothing wrong.

You're a retard, OP.

Holla Forums is the last place where total mass hysteria doesn't occur.

This is because we:

This is how bad things are in the world right now due to internet and memes. While Holla Forums has been the source, rather than the target largely, the rest of the world do not understand what is occurring and why everything is wrong.

Holla Forums admits the chaos is there and shows why it is there (aside from pepe)

This thread I started was discussing this

If you like diversity so much, you can take your ass to cuck/pol/ and its BBC threads.

Holla Forums is moderate, for example, the idea that there should be bounderies to sexual behaviour is inately moderate, the idea that everything goes is extremist.

The whole idea of the critique on Jews, is that it breaks free from the left/right divide, which is mostly artificial.

For example, Marxists and Neocons are both Jewish movements and bad, while Socialists and (classical) Liberals are not.

I really don't see how this is not undermining White society (regardless if it is true or not). Any form of racemixing is degenerate behaviour, so it doesn't matter if Jews are promoting it or doing it.

Freedom is living by your own rules and if those rules reflect natsoc though, then yes that is freedom.

Nobody here believes that anyone who isn't a (((nazi))) is automatically a sjw.

That is an outright lie, I debate on several points without every feeling censored.

Well then, maybe start your own board and draw people in, you know, you are free to do so right?

PANIC

Fuck off back to facebook or reddit or where ever the fuck else.

But this is exclusively a nationalist forum you faggot.

HH

yeah sure.

That, or your a butthurt Christian who realises that his religion offers nothing of value in the modern world and that onyl way for us to survive is to embrace racialism.

Jjjon snuck off during the chaos of the field trip's lunch break at the zoo food pavilion. She giggled happily as she skipped off, her long reddish-brown hair swinging behind her. Her school girl uniform's skirt bouncing tantalizing high as she shamelessly skipped away, giving short peeks at her pink panties. Heading for the other side of the zoo wanting to explore the zoo on her own away, from all the students and stifling teachers.

As she moved along she stopped at each of the enclosures peeking in to see what it was and moving on if she wasn't interested. She passed a bunch of creatures, some warthogs, spending a bit of time at the wolves' and dingoes' enclosure, moving on past the primates. She stopped by the meerkats for a while, bending down to look at their tunnels along the glass, unknowing flashing her pink panties to those behind her, kneeling down to coo at the baby meerkats in the bottom tunnels. She stood up and wiped off her knees and skipped on, coming to stop at the zebra enclosure.

She smiled as she stopped and looked through the bars at the herd of zebras as they galloped past watching them go before moving to the plaque. Reading about the zebras, afterwards climbing up onto the railing, her feet on the first bar, and her paws on the top bar, bending over and looking out over the enclosure, watching the zebras at the far back. The small vixen was unknowingly giving a perfect view of her small rear, in her pink panties, to everyone walking behind her. She smiles as she watches them run, her tail wagging behind her, enjoying watching the muscles in their legs and bodies work to propel them around.

Her foot slipping off the bar and flipping the small girl over the railing, the small girl letting out a loud squeak as she flips over, trying to grab the railing before falling down into the pit. Slowly flipping over in the air she comes to land on her back hard, knocking the wind from her, her head hitting the ground, luckily softer then the rest of her, only making her dizzy. She slowly stumbles to her feet slowly swaying as she walks into the enclosure, a paw on her head, trying to stop the pounding in her head. Removing her paw from her head she comes to find out that the pounding isn't in her head but from the herd of zebras heading toward her at a gallop. A gasp escaping her lips as she tries to scream, covering her head and ducking as she fears the hooves barreling toward her.

The hooves skid to stop mere feet from the small huddled girl, the zebras stop and the head zebra sniffs at the small girl, curious of what the new addition to the enclosure was. After a few moments of still being in one piece Jjjon slowly looks up and sees the big equine nose sniffing at her. Tentatively she reaches out for the black nose, the nose pulling away at first but sniffing at the paw doesn't move as she slowly moves it again. Gently placing her paw on the big nose rubbing it gently she giggles a bit as she rubs his large muzzle, slowly standing up straight.

The next closest zebra pushes his nose under her paw, also seeking some attention. Jjjon reaches up with another paw, stroking the two muzzles in front of her giggling a bit more at the friendly horses. Soon four Zebras are pushing for attention at the curious girl's paws. The fifth and final horse blocked by the bulk of his herd, moves around the small girl, trying to also get attention. Surrounded by five large horses, she begins to become a little more nervous as she tries to pet all four snouts in front her; when she is caught off guard by the zebra behind her. Impatient to get attention he leans his muzzle down and presses it to the back of her leg, raising it up and bumping into her rear and up to her lower back, knocking her forward between the stallion's legs in front of her, landing on all fours.

No one notices the five zebras herded up by the front of the enclosure, all snuffling at what looks like the ground. Any sign of the small vixen unnoticeable behind the zebra's bulk. People continue walking back and forth, the crowds thin as usual for lunchtime around the zoo.

Jjjon gasps loudly as she lands, looking up above her and noticing that the zebras she's been petting are all male, as it's quite obvious from the big sheaths and black skinned balls hanging above her. Blushing a bit as she tries to stand up, the zebra pushes her back down, sniffing at her panty covered rump. Jjjon tries to push his nose away and stand as more noses push her down, sniffing at her panties, seeing what their herd-brother is so interested in.

Soon one zebra licks at the panties, but finds them in the way, so reaches down and bites at the offending material and easily rips it from the Jjjon's hips, leaving her panty-less beneath her skirt. She yelps as the zebra pulls the material from her hips, the material pulling at her hips and the zebra's teeth pulling a bit of fur from her rump. Jjjon begins squirming more feeling her panties ripped from her body trying to escape the large horses above her, but they big muzzles block and push her back to her spot as one reaches down and runs his tongue up her underage sex and over her tail hole.

Jjjon lets out a soft moan as she feels that big broad tongue drag itself over her nethers. She looks up again at the horses above her and notices a cock head slipping from the sheath in front of her, hanging under the zebra assaulting her sex with his tongue. She slowly tries to move away but is nipped on the rump and pressed back into position. She tries to look back to see what he is doing exactly but is hit in the chest with a hot jet of urine, making her gasp and turn to see what it was. She looks in time to get hit full in the face with another hot jet, the salty liquid filling her small mouth making her cough and sputter. Soon a constant hot stream begins to rain on her as the zebra covers her in his hot musk, before backing up a bit.

Jjjon was confused of why what used to be nice horses were peeing on her when the others move closer to her. Looking around she can see the head of all their cocks sliding from their respective sheaths. Soon she is being hit on all sides by thick streams of hot musky urine, soaking her to the skin from head to toe, causing her to gasp and accidentally drink more of the hot liquid. She gasps and sputters as the streams slowly stop leaving the poor vixen utterly urine soaked, kneeling in a muddy pool of urine. Looking up she sees the lead stallion move up again, his cock drooping from his sheath.

Jjjon blinks at the cock for a few moments, trying to understand just what is in front of her when the zebra moves forward to push it into her face. She pulls her head back avoiding the large shaft swinging toward her face when she feels a nip from behind, pushing her into it. The zebra licks her rear gently feeling her touch it, nipping her rump when she moves away. Afraid to move she studies the mottled phallus in front of her giving it a tentative lick, finding she likes the taste she begins licking it more, lapping at the long shaft, her paws gently moving over the length. The large cock slowly getting a bit longer and larger as she licks and laps. He pulls away as he slowly dances around her, Jjjon freezing seeing the zebra move and not wanting to up set him and get another nip.

sorry leftypol and intl.

He moves behind the small girl, slowly lining himself up with her entrance, the long length dangling down. He rubs it between her legs a few times, the tip drooling pre all over her mound and stomach. He pulls back and suddenly pushes forward the thick head hitting her between the legs with a bit of force, pushing the girl forward, causing her to yelp loudly. He reaches down with his head and grabs her shoulder with his big teeth holding her still as he pushes forward. Confused at first then worried as he pushes against her, her small sex slowly spreading, beginning to feel uncomfortable she begins to try and squirm away only to have him bite down on her shoulder a bit, instantly stilling. He huffs, hot air blowing from his nostrils as he gives a push forward, the thick head of his cock stretching her sex around it, making her mons bulge, a loud scream ripping form her throat as she is penetrated very unkindly, the horse still moving to keep pushing in. His thick shaft making easily noted progress from the bulge in her abdomen as it slides in pushing up until it's pressed to her cervix before he stops.

Jjjon's scream draws the attention of some people, looking down into the enclosure and see the five zebras huddled together, people begin to look around up above the enclosure, most uninterested to see the erect zebras and more in finding the small girl who is in trouble. Although a few just keep looking, admiring the horse's impressive length.

The stallion buried in Jjjon whinnies softly enjoying the extreme tightness around his cock as he begins thrusting into the small girl, pulling back to the head and pushing back in, hitting her cervix hard before pulling back and doing another stroke. At first she is in shock at the amount of pain coursing from her over stretched sex. She lets out another scream as the horse begins to thrust into her faster, the pain and pleasure of her sex stretched wide coursing through her body. The zebra above her making sounds of pleasure as he thrusts into her, each thrust ending as he hits her cervix.

The people watching stare in wonder as they begin to see the zebra moving oddly, watching people begin to move around the enclosure trying to see what the zebra is doing when someone catches sight of the girl beneath the much larger zebra. The thick shaft pressed deep into the girl, the shaft showing through her stomach as it slides in and out. People are flabbergasted for few moments and soon people are running to get the keepers so they can go rescue the young girl.

Meanwhile Jjjon is moaning and panting as the zebra pushes his cock in and out of her, unaware she has become quite a spectacle for the whole zoo. The zebra above her is panting hotly as he continues to try and thrust into the girl, her constricting tunnel sending massive pleasure up through his cock. He bucks into her a few more times knowing that he is close, slamming in one last time, his huge head wedged to the girls cervix as his cock twitches, sending a wave of seed against her cervix, some of it forcing it's way in, some pushing back out through her stretched opening. Spurt after spurt of hot seed is pumped into the small girl, most of it pushing into her womb and swelling her stomach larger, but some of it squirting out around his shaft, soaking the girl's thighs in his seed as it moves to the ground. Jjjon is moaning in pain and pleasure at being filled so, the zebra pulling his shaft from her stretched sex, the head coming with a slick pop. A torrent of hot seed flowing the exit of his shaft, her stomach squeezing down toward it's original size, pushing out excess seed, further, staining her legs. The people watching along the edge of the enclosure gasp with disgust from some, arousal from others and maybe a bit of envy.

As the first zebra moves away, another already fully hard from watching and the thick smell of seed all over her, moves behind her and grabs her shoulder, pushing his way into her sex with a little more ease, but still with some effort to push into her sex. Bringing a fresh cry of pleasure and pain, although the balance is shifting toward pleasure. The horse lets out a low whiney as he begins to thrust into the small girl, pounding into her cervix as he thrusts, the seed of his predecessor helping to his strokes, whinnying as he thrusts into the small girl pounding her hard. Moans of pleasure can be heard lowly over the sounds of the horses' movements coming from the girl as the huge horse cock fucks her. Crying out softly as he pounds hard into her cervix as he nears his peak, pressing in hard against her womb. As he begins to pump load after load into her womb, stretching her stomach as well as he pushes more seed in along with the bulge he left in her stomach, swelling her stomach even further than before as she cries out.

The crowd gasps most looking uncomfortable with the scene and look away, but some still look on, transfixed by the little girl taking two horse cocks and loads. Some paws finding their way secretly into their own pants, to rub their sexes, stroking hard and drooling cocks, and wet pussies, maybe sliding a finger or two in. The handlers rush in, to try and wrestle the zebras away from the girl. The zebras turn on the handlers, blocking them from the girl, as one pulls from her, and another lines up behind her, The herd of males not wanting to give up such a tight mare.

Jjjon groans softly as the zebra pulls from her sex, her swollen stomach slowly pushing out the pent up seed, turning the ground and her thighs further white. The third zebra moves up behind her and pushes forward, sliding beneath her almost open pussy. Pulling back he pushes forward one more time, yet again missing as he covers the head of his cock in the seed and urine. He slowly moves forward, grabbing her shoulder as his herd-brothers did and presses his cock to her too. In her pleasure daze she doesn't realize it until it is too late and the horse pushes forward, causing her to scream even louder, the thick head of his cock pushing it's way into her tail hole. The tiny orifice stretching to take the thick member inside of it, A trail of blood appears in the seed draining down her leg as her tail hole is stretched wide by the cock, pain coursing through the small vixen's body. He lets out a whinny as he pushes into the vixen, straightening her gut as he delves deeper then his herd-brothers, not hitting the weakened wall of her cervix. Jjjon screaming pain as the horse violates her tail hole, pulling back and beginning his thrusting into her, whinnying loudly as the smaller hole grips his shaft so tightly. He thrusts in a few more times, overly stimulated watching his herd-brothers and from the very tight vixen tail hole gripping his cock. Thrusting in one more time his cock twitches and spasms filling her bowels with his hot thick seed, the cum swelling her whole stomach this time as the seed fills her bowels and then pushes out around his cock out onto the ground joining his herd-brothers. Slowly pulling his shrinking cock from the vixen's gaping tail hole as it tries to close.

The next zebra moves up behind the small vixen and pushes forward, his cock catching in the open sex of the small abused girl and pushing in, causing her to cry out in pleasure as her small sex is stretched again, making her feel full. The horse pounds into her stretched and abused sex, rocking the girl back and forth before burying his cock in Jjjon again, filling her womb with his seed as well, stretching the girls womb even further as his seed is pumped in along with his herd-brother's. The small girl crying out in pain and pleasure as her stomach stretches. Pulling from the small girl her stomach only shrinking a little, pushing some cum from her stretched womb. The fifth and final zebra moves into place behind her, rubbing his cock against her before shoving it into her tail hole causing her to gasp in pain and a bit of pleasure as her tail hole was stretched around fat horse cock again. The zebra pounding his way into the small girl's tail hole, burying 3/4's of his cock into her ass, whinnying loudly in pleasure before he pushes forward and spews his cum deep into her as well, making her stomach swell a bit more, some of it spilling out from around his cock and onto the dirt. Pulling his limp cock from her ass, the suction around his cock pulling a little more seed from her tail hole to join it on the ground. Slowly moving from the small girl, the handlers are finally allowed past to pick up the small girl from the sperm and urine soaked mud, a bit of seed draining from the girl's abused orifices.

Did we get this thread before? It looks awfully familiar…

You are just angry because we holocausted your people on mars.

He's not wrong, sadly

We need to find a way to disagree with eachother and debate without being divided in a community sense. Like old Holla Forums and /n/ were- it happened before, and it can and should happen again. We must improve ourselves on an individual level and then as a community.

Until that happens, it must begrudgingly be said that Holla Forums is a hugbox.

pol is no alt right
milo please

No Holla Forums is Right-wing, where people have formed concensus and have agreed on matters.

And after years and years of tolerating your stupid 'opinions' (like the particularly dumb one in your OP) we get tired of it and just say "Fuck off".

Which is what you should do:

>>>Holla Forums

"Okay, see you later, Mum."

Leif closed the front door and barely managed to hold a squeal of delight in. He rushed towards the window, pressing his snout up against the frame as he watched his parents roll their SUV out of the driveway and reverse onto the road. His mother waved out the passenger window as they drove off, and Leif waved in return. With a heavy, content sigh, he made his way to the sofa and flopped down. This was paradise.

Leif had turned 11 a month ago, and now, he was gaining the responsibilities of a real adult, or so his father said. He had waited for this day for a long time. It was the summer holidays: he wasn't due back for another 4 weeks, and his parents wanted to go shopping. Being sly, and inevitably lazy, Leif had refused to go with them. With a tense air, his parents had eventually agreed to let him stay at home whilst they were out, on very precise conditions: no-one was to be allowed in, and he wasn't allowed to make a mess. Leif, whilst nervous, had excitedly agreed!

The little husky pup lounged himself on the sofa as he pondered what exactly to do with the spare time he had. His parents would be away at the shopping center for a good few hours: he knew this because his mother had planned to get him some new clothes for the new school year. He had had a growth spurt recently and his clothes no longer fit him just right. He'd managed to grow an impressive 3 inches!

He considered the possibility of dragging his games console downstairs for use with his parents larger television in the living room: his own one was a run-down, cheap CRT model that didn't even have a HDMI port. His parents one, on the other hand, was an astonishing 42-inch LCD, and he had wanted to see his games in the crisp luxury of 1080p for a while. And now, he had the chance!

But on the other hand, he was comfy on the sofa. The idea of simply lounging and watching television was almost too tempting to resist. He wished his school friends were over, but whilst he was lazy, he was also obedient: he knew better than to defy his parents wishes on the one day they'd given him the responsibility to stay at home. He heaved himself up into an upright position and scratched his white and black head fur for a moment, his ears tilting to the slightest sounds.

The husky pup eventually decided the games console was probably the best idea. He vaulted over the sofa's head, making his way up the stairs with a wild energy. Before he did anything, he decided it was better to change, so he stipped off his pyjamas and tugged on a thin, summer T-Shirt and a pair of shorts, then sat to tug on some thin socks over his wiggling puppy toes. He then finally scooped up his console and the array of controllers and games he required, and proceeded to make his way downstairs, with his hands full.

As he made his way into the living room, he heard an odd scratching: the sound of something scraping against wood. He frowned as he paused to listen for the sound, trying to catch the source. His ears told him it was coming from the front door. Curiously, he dropped his console down onto the cushioned seats of the sofa and made his way there.

"What is that?" He muttered to himself, finding that it was, in fact, coming from the front door. He stood just by the handle and listened as the scratching became more and more intense. After a while, he heard another noise: a soft whining, high-pitched and almost desperate. He knew the sound well enough to know it had to be a dog of some sort.

Slowly, he unlocked the latch on the door and pulled the handle, swinging it open. He was surprised by what he saw: It was a dog, yes, but it was a rather large one! It was sitting back on it's haunches, it's tail thumping behind it. It appeared to be a husky of some sorts, but it's pattern was a little different to his own. The dog wriggled its front legs as he tried it's best to be obedient and remain seated whilst the cub stared at him. He appeared desperate for something.

"…S'matter, boy? You hungry or something?" Leif eventually asked, and as if on cue, the dog quickly stood up, tapping it's front paws on the ground and circling around itself a few times. Eventually, it barked, startling the anthro pup for a moment.

"Jeez, jeez…okay, let's get you something to eat." He opened the door a little wider, and the dog took no time in letting itself in. It was odd: the dog's coat was shiny, so it must be owned by someone close by. There wasn't much dirt on it's paws, so it must have not been out long. Leif would have expected him to be a stray, but perhaps he was owned by someone, though without a collar, he didn't have a clue who it could be. It was clear the dog wasn't wearing one.

"Slow down, boy!" Leif called as he quickly closed the door. The feral dog had already made it's way into the kitchen and he heard the rustling of various bags. He rushed his way in and found the dog standing up on it's hind legs, leaning it's front paws against the counter as he pressed it's nose to the loaf of bread, concealed within a plastic wrapper.

"Bad boy. Down!" Leif struggled a little, but he eventually tugged enough at the husky's fur around his neck to get him to ease off. The dog whined a little and sat back on his haunches expectantly, looking up at his 'savior'. Leif sighed, wiping his forehead. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea.

"Okay…okay. Meat, right? That'll work." He grabbed a plate from the cupboard and went to the fridge, delving inside. They didn't have much, but he remembered they had had some chicken the other night from the fast-food place down the road. He opened up the bargain bucket and took out a few pieces of boneless chicken, plopping them on a plate.

"This should do." He murmured, turning towards the dog, who grew a rather sudden attention to the plate in Leif's hand. He whined again and huffed hard through his nose, clearly hungry. Leif hesitated, but eventually buckled under the pressure. He set the plate down on the floor and the husky dog went right to it, chewing away happily at the seasoned chicken bits.

Leif sat himself down on the lino floor, curiously watching the dog. Even from here, the canine was big: Leif could only just about see the top of his back. He must be an adult, that must was clear, but he didn't look very old. He was certainly energetic, though. His eyes scanned across the firm body, and he reached a hand up to stroke along the soft coat. The dog didn't seem to mind. In fact, his tail wagged gently as Leif hand his hand over his body.

"…Good boy." He murmured, unsure what he was even praising the dog for. He stroking along his rear end a little before moving right up to his neckline, sticking his hands into the fluff and giggling when he saw his entire hand disappear into it. He stroked along the skin and peered over at the plate. The chicken was just about gone, and now, the dog had craned it's neck around to watch the cub stroking his back.

As Leif grinned again, the larger dog moved. He turned right towards the cub and stepped over him, sniffing away as his face and licking along his jawline and cheek. He had, unintentionally, stood with his front paws either side of Leif's body, and the same with his back. The little up giggled and wriggled underneath the dog, trying to bat his head away. He wriggled backwards and found himself laying fully down. Eventually, the canine stopped and peered up and around the room, giving Leif some time to breathe.

It was then that he saw it. As the pup opened his eyes up and blew a deep sigh, his eyes trailed down and he spotted the dog's private areas. The thick, hanging sheath hung low, not too far from Leif's body. He spotted the massive, swollen ballsack hanging just behind it, and his throat felt dry. It was so large: larger than his own. He didn't know whether he should feel awkward, or excited.

He noticed that the dog wasn't really moving at all, leaving him mostly pinned underneath him. He wasn't sure what the canine expected. Slowly, he shuffled backwards, but found his head bumping against the kitchen cupboards underneath the sink. He grunted and rubbed his head a little, peering up at the dog. He still wasn't moving, apparently. Leif grunted in frustration, but still found his eyes wandering down to the low-hanging sheath and it's accompanying set of nuts.

"…I guess I could. Just to see." His mind told him it wasn't a good idea, but his heart hammered in his chest, and the excitement of exploring it got the better of him. He couldn't reach with his hands, so he lifted up one of his socked feet. He watched, tentatively, as he pressed his toes up against the sheath, pressing down and stroking along it. It felt warm, even through his sock, and he suddenly felt it swelling and pulsing against his foot. He drew back, a little nervous. He wasn't sure what it'd do. But, slowly again, he drew his foot back up, taking the other one with it. He pressed both his feet against the sheath again and felt it once again swell underneath the pressure. The dog appeared to lick it, because he started to buck and hump a little in place. His sheath wriggled back and forth against Leif's socked feet, and the pup watched as he saw something poking from the tip. He spurted out rather quickly, and a dribble of liquid squirted from it's tip, shooting down in a line onto Leif's shirt.

"Ew!" The pup whined, trying to cover his face, but he noticed the dog wasn't stopping. He continued to hump as Leif kept his feet in place, watching the member swell and pulse, squirting more and more strings of the weird, almost water-like fluid. The dog above him whined a little, here and there, as the member grew and grew. He felt something larger at the base, and wondered what it was. He could already feel his socks getting damp and the odd liquid seeping between his toes.

It was odd, but somehow, Leif was still excited. He felt the stiffening tension of his own member pressing against his shorts as he watched the dog hump his little toes, right up to it's firm, swollen base. The thick cock, now at a surprising 8 inches, at first glance, was sliding between his wet socks, splattering the odd fluids everywhere. Leif's shirt was damp and he saw that the dog's fur along his chest was matter as well.

Then, suddenly, the dog pulled off. It walked around the kitchen, looking frustrated and desperate, with his tongue hanging out and it's head darting around. He looked over at Leif again as the pup slowly began to sit up, his shirt damp. He got up onto his knees as the dog padded over, licking at his cheek again.

"Uh, maybe not again, boy." The pup giggled, stroking along the dog's chin and down to his chest. The dog obediently sat for the moment, as if he understood what the pup was saying. Leif watched him for a moment as his eyes glanced down. He could see the member properly now, the thick, swollen base forming some sort of knot that appeared to be keeping him hard, for the moment. It was pressing against the tiled floor, occasionally spurting a thin jet of the odd fluid.

Slowly, Leif patted along the dog's stomach, hoping it would calm him down or get him to settle a little, before he made any real mess of the kitchen, and the pup's clothes. The dog's tail thumped against the ground as he was pet, and he shifted, flopping onto his side and rolling onto his back.

"Oh…you want a belly rub, boy?" Leif asked with a sheepish grin, shuffling closer. The husky pup put his hands on the dog's belly again and slowly rubbed, watching at the larger husky lolled his tongue, his tail wagging frantically. Leif glanced to the member, that remained hard and relaxed against the dog's stomach, coating the fur in a fresh coat of pre-cum.

"You're really…uh. I guess…excited?" Leif wondered aloud, half talking to the dog, and almost to himself. His hand slowly reached over and touched the member, alarmed at how warm it felt against his fingers. The dog whined, clearly eager to release, but Leif was nervous. He wasn't sure what to do.

"Huh…maybe I should just let you outside or something, right? So you can play?" Leif, in his young mind, thought that it would help. He slowly turned and shuffled towards the counter, hoping to use the ledge as aid to get up off his knees. Before he had time, however, he felt something warm and heavy press against his back. It was the dog, who had somehow quickly gotten up and mounted him before the cub could notice.

"Hey, wait!" Leif cried out, falling onto his elbows as the husky furiously bucked against him. He felt the dog's member sliding against his shorts as it attempted to find a point of entry, though there was none. It's hind leg shot up and clawed against the cub's rump, the sharp appendages pressed into the fabric of his pants. The cub wriggled underneath the dog, unsure how to get him off. He was damn heavy, and the pup wasn't very strong.

Suddenly, the dog had found it's mark. It's hind leg had shot up far enough so that the claws dug into the shorts. The dog was stuck, and started to pull his leg downwards, taking the shorts with them. Leif hadn't bothered to put on underwear, and it left his rump entirely bare for the dog to use. The cub desperately wriggled as he felt jets of pre-cum spurting across his rump, feeling the tingly sensation of the fluid against his fur. The dog's hind leg was pushed down towards Leif's knee, and he managed to unhinge himself. Immediately, the horny animal set to it.

"No, wait, hol–" Leif began, before he felt the warm member sliding up against his rump, smearing his pucker with the fluid. The cub whimpered underneath the canine as the dog bucked it's hips, the cock prodding and pressing against Leif's ass until it eventually found it's mark. The tip pressed against Leif's virgin pucker and the dog force it's way in.

The cub let out a weak squeal of pain as his ass was violated by the dog's thick, intruding member. The cock slid deep into his ass, and the dog had no concept of adjustment or gentleness. Immediately, it's hips tugged back and it thrust again. Leif felt the warm sensation of the liquids shooting up into his insides as the dog used his body for it's own pleasure.

The fluids quickly built in, and in under a minute, the dog was vigorously humping the cub's rump. It's balls slapped against his ass, it's cock sliding in and out rapidly, filling the air with the wet sounds of their sex, accompanied by Leif's pained groaned and grunts as tears bubbled in his eyes.

"D-Down, boy…" Leif weakly tried to command the dog, but it was to no avail. The dog continued to thrust, it's knot pushing and squishing against the tight, used pucker. Liquids seeped out of the cub's backside, dribbling down to his ballsack and then down onto the floor. The pup groaned softly, trying to wriggle free as the dog lolled it's tongue, humping and snorting through it's nose.

The dog didn't take long to use the boy as much as he wanted. Soon enough, the large, feral husky was thrusting as hard as it could, it's orgasm quickly reaching it's peak. The knot pushed firmly against Leif's rump, and it's little puppy pucker made it almost impossible for the knot to force it's way in unless he relaxed. The dog snorted through it's nose again and tried desperately to hump and knot. Eventually, with enough humping, it made it's way in, and the knot slipped into the cub's tight behind.

With his goal set, and Dog relaxed somewhat and began to move. Leif wasn't sure what he was up to, but he could feel something inside him. The knot was swelling, that much was clear. The dog had managed to turn a full 180 degrees with the cock still inside the cub's behind. The two now faced away from each other, and the dog lolled his tongue, a look of pure pleasure on his face. Lief felt the sudden warmth of cum spurting into his insides, pumping and dribbling down into his most intimate areas. He groaned and shivered, trying to tug away. The knot held fast, and he found himself unable to pull back as the dog emptied it's load into his behind.

The orgasm seemed to go on for minutes and minutes, with no intention of stopping. The cub remained on his knees, his breath heavy as he tried to get used to the cock inside him. The dog made no notion of moving, and the cock continued to spurt and pump into him. Just how long was the canine going to go on for?

Then, he heard it: the click of a lock, the turning of a key. His parents were back. Leif paled.

"Dog, get off, get out of me, quick!" He begged, trying to tug against the knot as best he could. But it was stuck. He was screwed. He heard the door swing open.

"Leif! I forgot my wallet. Everything okay in here?" He heard his father call as he heard the stomping of his boots, making his way towards the kitchen. Leif couldn't see the door, but he knew he was coming.

He heard the footsteps make their way towards the kitchen door, and he heard them stop. The room was silent.

"…Leif?"

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But what started from Holla Forums

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Another Turn in a Turtle's Tale

It was another typical day in the Mushroom Kingdom…already well past noon as Boswer, the koopa king himself lay fast asleep in his massive king-sized bed, filling the room with his loud, sawmill snores. Unfortunately for the large terrapin king his peaceful rest was not meant to last as a rather pesky ray of sunlight streamed in through his window, shining directly into his eyes and disturbing his slumber. Growling softly to himself, the large male muttered a few curses under his breath, rolling onto his side and squinting his eyes shut before finally relenting and rising up from his bed, a wide, fangy yawn escaping his lips.

He was vaguely aware of a faint stirring in his loins, likely having acquired a bit of morning wood during the night, but he ignored it for the time being, letting the soft satin sheets from his bed fall off of his nude body. It wasn't uncommon for the koopa king to sleep naked. After all, it wasn't as if he had to be worried by being caught by anyone. All of his children had already left the castle to pursue their own lives. Even his beloved Junior had grown into a fine young man and had left the castle. Yep. These days it was just Bowser and the few minions and other servants he kept around the castle.

The koopa king cracked his neck slightly, reaching down with one clawed hand to scratch idly at his rump before drowsily making his way into his bathroom, grunting softly to himself as he went. He splashed a bit of cold water from the sink onto his face before grabbing a toothbrush and polishing his fangs to their typical pearly white (after all, even evil kings had to look good), making his way over to the full-sized mirror to examine himself. Though he was getting on towards his upper-middle years, age had been remarkably good to the koopa king. He was every bit as fit as he had been in his younger years. Strong, and muscular, his gut was a bit large, as always, mostly due to his somewhat junky diet of meats and other fatty foods, but it was still firm to the touch. Indeed, while the koopa might have been heavy-set there was not an ounce of flab on him, and Bowser was rather pleased that he had managed to keep himself in shape, even during his middle years.

The koopa let off another soft sigh. The stirring in his loins still hadn't gone away completely. He reached down to scratch a bit at his inner thighs, eyes wandering down to the semi-flaccid shaft hanging between his legs, just below his somewhat rounded stomach. "Bowser, m'boy, you need to get laid…" He muttered to himself, a faintly rueful smirk crossing his face as he remembered his younger days chasing after Princess Peach. These days he tended to leave her alone, mainly due to repeated failures and the fact that kidnapping her tended to incur the wrath of certain pair of pesky, hammer-wielding plumbers. Though he and the lovely princess had had their share of romps over the years (something said princess would likely never admit to despite the numerous rumors…she had a reputation to keep up after all), those days were long behind him. The koopa king was retired, so to speak. These days he was content to just live a life of luxury peacefully in his castle. After all, he was wealthy enough to afford just about anything his heart could desire, and he still had a band of loyal minions more then willing to cater to his every whim.

Of course, none of that would help him get laid. Bowser wasn't about to shell out money for some cheap whore, and while some of his minions might not have minded pleasuring him, he too had a reputation to keep up. After all, the koopa still had his pride, and it would damage his image significantly if it got out that the once studly king was now having trouble getting some.

He sighed once more as he made his way into his large shower, a separate room having been built especially for it. The white-tiled room was more then large enough to hold the koopa king with plenty of space left over. After all, the king wasn't one to skimp on luxuries. And he enjoyed a nice hot shower just as much as the next person. He turned on the water, growling contentedly as a steady stream of steaming hot water cascaded down over his body, washing down over his smooth tan and yellow scales. He massaged a bit of soap into his body, working it into a thick lather and rinsing himself off before setting about shampooing his flame-red mane. Once he was finished cleaning off his attention was once again drawn down between his legs. His morning wood still had yet to go away completely, and it seemed the hot shower was causing his member to rise up and stiffen once more.

"Guess I'd might as well rub one off…" The koopa muttered to himself, reaching down between his legs, gripping the base of his thick, yellow colored shaft and slowly stroking along its length as he made his way up to the mushroom-shaped head. A low growl of pleasure escaped his lips at the warm surge of pleasure that resulted, his member springing to attention almost immediately, the warm rod of flesh rising up to fill the other's grip and hardening as it pulsed in his grasp. Bower was quite well-endowed, if he did say so himself, and why wouldn't he be? He was a big guy…so it only made sense that he'd be big down there as well. Fully erect his shaft stood proud at about 20 inches in length, possessing a steady girth of about three inches wide all the way from the mushroom-shaped head down to the base. It was his pride and joy, so to speak. More then large enough to make both the ladies and the men squirm in pleasure as he pounded them.

Yes, the koopa liked men as well. It was another closely guarded secret of his…one he feared might ruin him if it ever got out. Still…Bowser couldn't help but give in to his dirtier pleasures every now and then. And the wrath of the koopa king was normally enough to keep any males he slept with silent about their little romp in bed.

A contented grin spread across the koopa's muzzle as he continued to stroke himself off, squeezing his length a bit more firmly as he pumped it from base to shaft in a slow, deliberate manner, teasing himself. A bit of musky precum began to leak from the mushroom-shaped head of the king's throbbing shaft, and he was all too quick to slather the slick fluid along his length, lubing it up nicely and allowing his hand to slide along the sensitive flesh without having to worry about any annoying chafing later. His grin continued to spread as he pumped himself a bit harder, feeling his lust and pleasure building as a heated growl escaped his lips.

He reached down with his free hand, caressing his large, orange-sized testicles as he continued to pump at his shaft with the other. He could feel the cum-filled orbs churning with his seed as his arousal continued to build. Just this, however, wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. As he rubbed at his balls, the koopa's middle finger would reach a bit further, past his taint as he rubbed the tip gently over that tight orifice just beneath his spiked tail. This was yet another hidden, dark desire of the koopa's. Even if word got out that he liked men, no one would have ever guessed that the king enjoyed anal stimulation as well. Not that Boswer would ever be caught lifting his tail for someone. This was a strictly private pleasure…indulged in only when he was alone and was sure no one else was watching. True, part of the koopa wondered what it would feel like to have an actual cock up there…but it was a desire he never allowed himself to humor, for the king was far too proud to willingly submit to another male.

Alone as he was now, however, it was quite the moot point. The koopa growled softy in pleasure as he felt his tight entrance wince slightly at his touch, slowly but surely working the fat digit into his body, moaning out audibly as he felt his tailhole flexing open to allow it to slide deep into his body. He curled the finger inside of himself, finding his prostate and pressing down firmly against the smooth, sensitive gland, moaning out once more as a surge of erogenous pleasure coursed over his body, shaft bucking in his grasp as a few ropes of precum shot from the tip.

No longer able to contain his lust, Bowser continued to firmly pump at his shaft with one claw while fingering himself with the other, adding another digit to his tailhole as he pumped them in and out roughly. He growled deeply as his innards clenched down around those two digits, shaft bucking in his grasp. It wouldn't be long now. Not moments later, a familiar, white rush of bliss washed over the koopa's form, a loud, feral sounding roar escaping his lips as his shaft bucked violently between his legs, the tip bursting like a geyser as he shot off several thick ropes of his hot, musky seed. He gave the base of his shaft a tight squeeze, temporarily cutting off the flow before releasing the grip and letting the rest explode from his shaft. The koopa produced nearly two liters of thick, white semen before his orgasm finally waned, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he withdrew his fingers from his rear and released his shaft. He still felt a bit horny…but at least he had managed to get one off. He watched with a strange amount of satisfaction as he watched his seed drain from the shower and into the sewers below.

Meanwhile, underneath Bowser's castle, something else was beginning to stir. The sewers of Mushroom Kingdom, once the preferred route of travel of a certain pair of mustached plumbers, had not been ventured into for quite some time. Undisturbed by outside intruders, a certain, 'unique' species of Piranha Plant had been allowed to grow and develop. And now said plant seemed to be attracted to a certain flow of musky white liquid coming from the pipes winding beneath the koopa king's abode. The creature's vines quickly absorbed the fluid…but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy its cravings. Slowly, it began to work its vines up through the waterworks beneath the stone fort, hoping to locate the individual that had produced the seed and harvest more if possible.

While this was going on, Bowser had turned his back on the drain, having shut off the shower for the time being, unaware of the several thick vines that had lifted up the grating and were now inching their way towards him. He gasped quite sharply as something wrapped around his left ankle, giving it a sharp tug and causing him to slip on the slick, wet tile of the shower floor, lights flashing before his eyes as he landed chin first. Recovering quickly from the sudden fall, the koopa king snarled in anger, intending to whirl around on his attacker, only to have more vines reach out towards him from the drains, quickly restraining his wrists and ankles.

"W-what…what the hell is this?!" The king demanded as he continued to struggle fruitlessly against the vines, unable to break free despite his brute strength as they held him fast and began to lift his body into the air. Several smaller vines began to work their way up through the pipes, these ones equipped with the small, red and white spoted, flower-like heads common to those of your average garden variety Piranha Plant, "W-whoa…hey…!" Bowser grunted in protest as the tiny flowers latched on gently to his nipples, small tongues teasingly lap over the sensitive nubs. The koopa found himself moaning in spite of it all, his member slowly beginning to harden once more from the stimulation to his nipples. The vines were quick to capitalize on this opportunity as one more lashed out to seal its lips around the head of the koopa's shaft, sucking and lapping upon it firmly.

Bowser blushed quite indignantly, struggling at the unwanted attention to his shaft…not that he could deny the fact that it felt quite good. He moaned and growled in protest, squirming uselessly in the vine's grasp as yet another reached out from the drains, this own positioning its self right between his legs, just beneath his testicles. The koopa gasped as he felt a tiny tongue lapping gently at his tailhole, causing his toes to curl as another involuntary moan of pleasure escaped his lips. He realized with a large amount of shock and a somewhat smaller amount of intrigue that this particular species of Pirahana Plant must had fed on other creature's semen…and that he was now being milked for a meal!

Not that this made his situation any more comforting. The koopa growled angrily as he was teased. He was the one who toyed with others, not the other way around! He continued to struggle somewhat uselessly against the vine's grasp, but to no avail. It appeared there would be no escape for the hapless king. He squirmed every which way, trying to pull himself free. The vines held him fast, however, not allowing their prey to escape. It seemed the king might have very well met his match, so to speak.

As time wore on Boswer's struggles became more and more half-hearted. He could no longer resist the pleasant sensation of the vines lapping gently at his nipples while his cock was sucked and his tailhole teased. He whimpered softly, a sound rather unbefitting of the large koopa, as he felt the tongue of the vine latched around his cockhead dipping gently into the opening of his urethra, lapping up the slick precum leaking from the tip. Meanwhile the one at his rear continued to lick teasingly at his entrance, tiny tongue occasionally probing past his tight anal ring to tickle at his innards as well. None of it was enough to bring the koopa to his peak, however. He realized that the plant was working him up…slowly building him towards an epic climax so it could milk as much seed from his as possible.

A few more moments passed. The vines at his rear withdrew, though the ones at his cock and nipples remained, continuing to suck and lap away. Bowser's eyes widened slightly in as he saw two, larger, and much thicker tentacles rise up from the shower drain, these ones nearly as wide around as his own shaft, each one equipped with a strange, mushroom-shaped head and lined with soft, nubby thorns, giving them an almost phallic appearance. One began to rub gently against the koopa's lips, secreting a thin, syrupy, almost pre-like substance. It was quite sweet to the taste. Probably some form of nectar. Though Bowser wasn't about to given in and just open his mouth to let the vine slide in, keeping his jaw clenched obstinately shut, denying the vine entrance into his maw.

Of course, the plant had ways of making Bowser open his mouth. The second of the two vines weaved its way down between the koopa's legs, gently rubbing against his tailhole as it began to secret the same nectar-like substance, smearing the tight entrance with the slick fluid as it gently began to push its way forward. "W-wait a second." Bowser's eyes widened once more as he realized the plant intended to take his anal virginity. "N-no! Hell no! NOOOO-AGH! Grrrmmph…!" Having accomplished it's goal the vine at Boswer's maw dove its way straight into his open maw, muffling his cries of protest as it pushed its way into the koopa's throat, causing him to gag slightly.

Regaining his composure to some extent, Bowser took in a deep breath and swallowed against the vine in his maw, having no real say in the matter either way. It began to gently thrust its way in and out, leaking a steady flow of the sweet nectar against Bowser's tongue. The koopa let out a muffled grunt as he was force fed the sugary fluid…but as he swallowed it down, a strange, warm sensation began to spread over his body. A sensation of intense arousal washed over his body as he began to relax into the vines' grasp, moaning softly as his rock hard member spurted forth a few more ropes of pre. Clearly the nectar contained some mind-altering drug, fueling the koopa's lust…making him want the erogenous stimulation…making him crave it.

The vine at his rear began to press its way forward once more. This time Bowser made no protests, even as he felt his tailhole slowly stretching its way open around the vine, a deep moan escaping his lips as he felt the mushroom-shaped tip slide inside. There was little to no pain as he was penetrated, the same nectar currently being pumped down his throat also being secreted into his rear and acting as a highly effective lubricant, allowing the nubbed vine to slide almost effortlessly into the king's virgin rear.

Having fulfilled its purpose the vine in Bowser's maw withdrew, leaving the king to moan out freely as he felt the one in his rear pushing its way deeper and deeper, the soft, thorn-like nubs tickling against his most intimate of places. It stopped right before the bend leading from the koopa's rectum into his intestines, before slowly withdrawing once more, pulling out to the tip, before pushing its way inside to fill Bowser's rear once more. Bowser's moans deepened at the intense pleasure now coming from both ends. The vine was so much bigger…so much thicker then his fingers. It pulsed inside of him…feeling warm…almost like a cock in and of itself. Bowser vaguely found himself wondering why he had been so afraid to submit before.

It felt amazing. None of the toys Bowser had used on himself over the years could even compare to this. Despite his normally dominant nature, Bowser found himself submitting fully to the whims of the plant, voicing his pleasure quite loudly as he felt that nubbed vine slowly pumping its way in and out of his rear as the one sucking on his cock seemed to open its maw wider, sliding itself down on the koopa's shaft and taking it inside itself. The sensation was comparable to that of a warm, wet maw sucking firmly at his shaft. Either way, Bowser was beyond making protests at this point, far too lost in the intense pleasure now coming from both his rear and his shaft.

The plant had chosen a perfect angle of thrusting for hitting the koopa's prostate, the nubs grinding softly against the sensitive gland each time its vine moved in and out…which was nearly constantly. Bowser felt his innards clenching gently around the soft appendage. He wanted more. He craved it. All of his inhibitions were gone; all he knew is that he didn't want the plant to stop, as the combined sucking and fucking was filling him with a pleasure unlike any he had ever experienced before.

The vine in his rear began to speed up its thrusts, making a lewd, wet, slurping noise as it pumped its way in and out, in and out, never relenting in its assault on the koopa's rear. Not that Bowser seemed to mind. Quite the contrary…he loved every moment of it. The plant was giving the koopa exactly what he had always craved, but had been too ashamed to ask for. That was…a good, old-fashioned ass-fucking.

And then…something else began to happen. Just as Bowser felt a second orgasm approaching, he felt something happening with the vine around his member. A thin tendril began to work its way down, tickling at the tip of the koopa's urethra, before slowly beginning to force its way into the koopa's cock. A sharp gasp escaped Bowser's lips at this. He clenched his jaws together, feeling a burning pain coursing through his shaft as his cock was penetrated. It hurt like hell…but at the same time, it sent a strange and wonderful sensation coursing up his shaft.

His balls churned with seed, feeling as if they might burst with his load. With his shaft stuffed and his urethra blocked by the tiny tendril, the mighty koopa's seed had nowhere to go, effectively denying the king the release he so desperately desired. He snarled furiously, lashing against the vines once more, trying to break free…anything to end this torturous teasing of both his shaft and his rear. The plant didn't seem to have any intentions of stopping any time soon, however, as it continued to fuck his ass relentlessly, the vine in his rear nearly doubling its pace.

Meanwhile, the thin tendril in Bowser's shaft slowly began to slide its way in and out of his cock. The burning pain began to fade into a strange, but highly erogenous feeling of pleasure as the koopa found himself moaning like a bitch in heat once more. His toes curled as he felt his balls begin to churn again. His load, having no place to escape too, began to collect in the smooth orbs. He could feel them swelling…growing in size. The sensation was nearly agonizing. Already his testicles had swelled to nearly twice their normal size and felt as if they might burst like overripe melons if they got any larger.

Eventually the plant seemed to take mercy of the koopa king, slowly withdrawing the tendril from his shaft, before shoving the vine in his rear in deep. Roaring in ecstasy, Bowser felt his mind go blank as an overwhelming sensation of orgasmic bliss washed over his body all at once. A veritable geyser of thick, hot seed burst from the tip of Bowser's aching shaft, the vine eagerly absorbing the thick fluid as it continued to lightly pump the vine in the koopa's rear in and out. The koopa, meanwhile, found himself lost in the troughs of orgasmic pleasure. His vision swam…his senses dulled…all he could focus on was the intense erogenous sensations racking over his entire body at once. The king had always been virile…and it seemed the plant didn't intend on stopping until it had milked his balls completely dry.

Bowser came for a good 5 minutes before his cock finally dribbled with the last of his seed, testicles having shrunk back to their normal size. Slowly the vine withdrew from his body, the one in his rear popping free with a sloppy 'shhhllluckk', leaving the once tight orifice gaping and leaking slightly with a thick, cum-like fluid. The plant gently lowered the king back to the floor, one of it's flower heads giving a surprisingly affectionate lick to the koopa's lips before the vines disappeared back down the drains, replacing the grating on their way down and leaving no indication that anything had even happened in the first place.

No indication, at least, aside from the exhausted king himself. His tailhole felt sore…and his shaft ached. And yet at the same time Bowser felt immensely satisfied. Part of him wondered where in the world the plant had come from. And part of him didn't care. He lay there on the smooth tile of his shower floor for a good 30 minutes before he finally mustered the strength to stand, pulling himself back into his room and flopping back down onto his bed. A faint grin spread over his face as he realized the plant would probably come back to feed again soon. Looks like he had gained yet another little dirty secret to keep…
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How is that an actual hugbox? How is that more of a hugbox than what we have here?

Explain.

Ah, now I see.

I wouldn't but you betray your motives in a following sentence.

I see, so we should ban all ideologies, making it a hugbox.

Yeah, everyone who doesn't think and act like you is a retard who screams shill every second!!

Yeah, you are so much better and enlightened then we all are, let's unhugbox this place by removing all ideology!!!!

God dammit, guys.

uhm, we don't all agree with each other, you want us to form some kind of community and have stated there is no place for ideology in that community, admitting you want to turn us into a hugbox.

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go back to the oven hebrew

The crowd roared, its noise throbbing and boiling like a living thing. It invaded my body, insinuating its way into my soul like a lover's kiss. I tasted something in my mouth; bile, adrenaline, harsh and burning. It was time.

I glanced at the great bull beside me. Lord Salmar's prize gladiator Kharam, unbeaten in scores of fights. I could see part of the reason why up close. His body hulked, like all bulls, but his bore no sign of fat or excess bulk. He was a machine, primed to fight and kill. His eyes had the half bored stamp of someone lost to care, or compassion. His loincloth bulged alarmingly, the gold trimmed edge moving in the air.

As we were brought out into the open, the noise went to another level. My teeth hurt, and I clenched my mouth and tried to ignore the sensations. I glanced into the stands, seeing the hungry faces of our audience. They had come for death, for pain and humiliation, wanting to drink from the cup but not soil their beautiful clothes. The tell-tale stains on the sand of the arena said they had drunk deep already.

Then I saw her. My Mistress.

She was sitting unconcerned in the owner's box, under a rich canopy. I could not help myself, I had to stare. That face haunted my nights, nightmares and erotic dreams. Sometimes I did not know which was which.

She had forgotten I was a slave, or so she had said. As had I. I had forgotten my place, and been allowed favour and privilege as her bodyguard and bed-mate beyond what was proper for a slave. I loved her, that was the terrible truth. I wanted to hope that somewhere buried deep inside the cold ruins of her heart she felt the same.

She had paid the price for her failure, or so she said, wielding the whip for agonising hours across my bound body until I could no longer even scream. Her kisses revived me, her soft voice telling of how much she was hurting because of my failure, of what she had to do. And then the whip would fly again.

Broken but not destroyed, she had made me one of her gladiator stable. A warrior almost from when I could first hold a sword in my native land, I had the training and the temperament to win way beyond the usual skills of a novice. Capture and slavery at the hands of the Rostellian army had not dulled my talents. My record was impressive, if only brief. I would win back her regard, and I hoped, my place in her bed. Now there had been a change of plan. There was a new task for me to do.

I would have defied her if I could, but she knew how to bend me to her will.

My eyes passed over her companions, finally resting on the figure behind her left shoulder. My younger brother, Tarim. Really just a colt when we were captured, he had grown in my Mistress' household to a fine stallion. I loved him dearly, my only link to a lost world fading from memory. My privileged position had kept him safe, and I protected and guided him as I had when we were colts then warriors together.

She had tied me to the wall of her bedchamber as she used his body last night, making me watch and tear my soul out for her amusement as every cry, every whimper and moan made my ears flick and twitch. Then in her casual sweet voice she had told us what would happen if I defied her. My brother had limited exposure to her exquisite sense of cruelty before that night. Now he knew the beast that lurked inside the mare I loved. I hoped it would teach him to be more cautious than I.

If I did my job well he would take my place in her bed. I wonder how long it will be before he has the same nightmares as I do.

The trumpet sounded and the crowd hushed. A herald mounted the King's Rostrum, announcing the next bout. The Baroness of the Five Rivers, Lady Del Mannion, had challenged Lord Salmar to an honour battle, and the challenge was accepted. Ramis, gladiator of her stable would be pitted against Kharam of Lord Salmar's stable. The whispers changed to a din at the announcement.

I knew what they were saying. A comparative novice, against the undefeated champion. And an honour battle, no money at stake, but the life of the gladiator as forfeit. What was she thinking? I remembered her face light up in something like joy as she told me what their reaction would be. She had been right. Perhaps then they were what she called them.

Fools. Like me. And predictable.

I stepped into the middle of the sand, the bull by my side. At a trumpet signal, we bowed, first to the King's Rostrum, where the Convenor of the Games sat below the empty throne on a smaller carved chair. Then to the owners' box, one last glimpse of her triumphant smile almost unmanning me. I needed to block out anything else now. This would be the hardest thing I had ever done in combat.

I took up my battle stance, facing the bull. He grinned now, a grin without amusement. I enjoyed the thought of wiping that grin, if only for a moment. I would be able to make him sweat, maybe even fear for a moment, before I had to do my duty.

"I am going to enjoy you pony. My last one didn't last very long, but his ass felt good before I ruined it."

I waited him out. If he was a talker, so much the better. I would give him nothing, and hopefully infuriate him a little. He was a professional though. He took up his own battle stance, nostrils flaring, the heavy nose ring moving as he snorted. He was ready. This one was always ready.

The trumpet sounded, and the cries of the crowd grew to an almost unbearable constant din. I raised my short sword to 3rd position, the half-shield on my left arm poised and my body angled to take most advantage of it. Then I waited, circling slowly, my mane bobbing against my back. I let my tail slowly sway from left to right as I moved trying to distract him, smiling grimly as the bull mirrored my actions down to the tail swish. He gave a small salute, bringing his sword edge on to his muzzle, a knowing grin spreading. So he knew now; he was facing someone who at least appeared to know what they were doing.

The crowd hushed, waiting for the moment. When it came, I almost missed it, the bull waiting until our circling had brought him in direct line with the sun behind him. From the penumbra he struck, speed and agility incredible for one so big.

I dodged to the left, sword coming down in an arc to block his thrust, a quick pirouette before I could return for a counter blow aimed at his head. Metal rang in the air as his own sword moved to block my stroke, and then I was forced to parry a hard strike towards my legs.

The crowd exploded, tension building and releasing in one. They could see this would be a good fight, possibly a bloody one. A perfect end to the day's festivities.

We moved apart again, circling before reengaging, a fast combination of blows and parries, before I feinted a thrust, turned and swung instead. I caught the edge of his half shield, cutting his massive arm near the elbow. It enraged him, but did not seem to stop him, and he snarled and charged, launching a series of hard full blows that I parried with ease. Not too much ease though, I slowed my timing just enough to explain why I could not have got in a strike while he wound up for his next blow. I had his measure, or so I felt.

After several more minutes of this, my forelock fell into my eyes damp with sweat and I pushed it to one side, looking at the bull as he tried to regain his composure. In my heart of hearts I knew I could take him. I had marked him three times, though not badly, but I had held back. Now for the hardest part of all.

Seemingly possessed by a rush of blood, I charged to a raucous cry of approval from the spectators, sword glinting with late afternoon sun. At the last moment I changed my grip, moving in for a backhand strike aimed away from his shield. I had seen his last bout, and I knew it was a favourite move of his. I had telegraphed the blow, just enough. His experience did the rest.

He moved sideways, catching my sword on his and using his shield arm as a club to knock the sword from my grip. As I stumbled, a hard kick from his right leg took my own legs out from under me and I fell forward onto the sand. I moved fast, rolling to the left as the sword came down in the dust I had just vacated, but before I could move any further the bull was on me, his bulk crushing me against the sand, a weight smashing into my muzzle and leaving me partly dazed.

I landed punches in his abdomen, but my fists only bounced off, then I felt it. The point of a sword against my neck. The crowd screamed, sensing a kill. For an eternal moment, I saw the sun reflecting off the blade, a voice screaming in my head and yet my muscles not responding. The bull took his time though. Perhaps he was merciful after all.

Hesitantly at first, then with decision, I pushed my right arm out, palm extended across the sand, in sign of submission. A great sigh, then applause. And then the barracking started. Those who wanted me dead. Those who felt I had fought bravely and well. And those who wanted…other things.

The bull rose, something indefinable in his eyes as he looked down on me. He looked about to say something, but before he could, the attendants were upon me. I was lifted from the sand, my hands tied behind my back then dragged to the centre of the ring, and made to kneel facing the owners' box while the bull took up his place beside me. I looked down, blood seeping from my muzzle to drip on the sand below. Now we would know.

The trumpet sounded and all was quiet again, as the herald announced the result. Victory to the champion. Now for the decision. Life or death. All eyes were on Lord Salmar, the wolf dressed in purple so dark it was almost black, shimmering as he stood. His eyes bored into the back of my skull, and I looked up, panting, defeated. His right paw raised slowly, the executioner's blade.

I saw it and sagged, the paw closed, rising into the heavens. The crowd saw it too, loud full throated yell building as more caught on. I closed my eyes. It had all been for nought. My Mistress had been wrong, and I would pay the price.

It was the gasp that made me look again. Focussing my vision through an eye rapidly closing over from bruising, I saw it but did not believe it, blinking and squinting to get a better view. The Lord had his paw fully extended to the sky, and his palm was open, fingers extended.

Life.

I realised in that moment I was disappointed. A part of me had embraced death, and the end to all the plans. Now I would have to continue, or else my brother would suffer.

The crowd applauded now, cheers of approval drowning out the hard core who wanted a death, mostly those who had unwisely bet on the underdog and done their hard earned money. The rest saw what I wanted them to see, a talented but not yet complete fighter, almost but not quite able to beat the established champion. They wanted me to continue, and they wanted the chance for what could be next.

For now I belonged to Lord Salmar. In an honour battle, if the challenger lost, the winner got to keep the slave if he was spared. By saving my life, Lord Salmar had claimed me as his own, and made my immediate fate his own to decide.

The bull looked up now, pleading in his every move. The crowd knew what he was asking for. And Lord Salmar decided to reward him, a grin spreading over the wolf's muzzle as he nodded to the attendants, a second paw rising to the sky in signal. The crowd roared, the popularity of the gesture universal. I had always known it may come to this, and yet I had hoped it would not. Now I had only to survive. My Mistress, no, my former Mistress, had said it was part of the price for my failure, and would be part of her punishment too. She would witness it, and so would my brother.

While the attendants held me down, a second group brought the scaffold into the arena while the crowd did a slow clap mixed with ribald shouts and laughter. My humiliation was only just beginning. A simple contraption, it had a set of stocks at one end off the ground, and a pair of raised wooden planks.

Its use was straightforward. The vanquished gladiator was placed with his neck and wrists in the stocks, his ankles and knees strapped to the wooden planks behind in a kneeling position. The stocks were placed facing the owners' box, the gladiator forced to look up at his owner during the violation to come. For violation it would be; the purpose of the device was to trap the defeated gladiator while leaving him at the mercy of the victor. I could already smell the bull musk from my conqueror.

I had been in the opposite position to the one I was in now once, my Mistress ordering me to defile a helpless ram she had won in an honour battle against a minor noble. He had no business being in the arena that one, and yet his Lord had sent him in to die. It had shocked the audience when my Mistress had shown mercy, though I knew that the concept was foreign to her nature. I had been right. She had made the signal, and I had done my duty reluctantly, raping the poor young ram for the entertainment of the throng. Afterwards, she had had him castrated and returned to the noble as a "present", one he could not refuse from the Baroness.

Now, it was me being pulled, not gently, towards the scaffold, fighting all the way, but ultimately it was futile. I felt my loin cloth cut off with a knife, my spread cleft exposed for the crowd's enjoyment, tailhole clenching in fear and anticipated pain. The chant began, louder, maniacal.

Off! Off! Off!

The bull walked slowly around my helpless form, milking the crowd's adulation, before stopping right before my bowed head. I could see his hooves, massive against the sand, sweat dripping down the thick legs and leaving dark rivulets against his fur where the dust turned dark. A scream signalled the moment when he finally stripped off his own loincloth, the scream turning to a loud roar as they got to see the instrument of my degradation for the first time.

Somehow I could not avoid looking, it drew me in ways I could not explain. I raised my head to marvel at the bull's endowment, a pained gasp drawn unwittingly from my bruised muzzle.

He was hard already, magnificently, obscenely. Fine leather straps bound his cock at the sheath, and the top of his scrotum, the leather worked with fine gold studs that glinted in the sun. It was a sign of my new Lord's confidence, that he had prepared his gladiator for this moment, an arrogant display of wealth and hubris. Now the tented loincloth made sense; the bull had been at least semi hard through our bout. I had newfound respect for my conqueror.

You're the fucking kike.

You did this to destroy the west ay?
Whoever you fucking are..

Where did I say "ban" at all?
I said Holla Forums should have more debate as opposed to a unified ideological dogma which people flip their shit at the slightest disagreement from.

Yeah nah.
The retards that scream shill every second are those people.

Not what I said.

Also, before you say this is an NS board, take into account there were libertarians and paleoconservatives in this community at one point. This is a PREDOMINANTLY NS board, not a designated one. It does not hurt to have a bit of diversity in ideas, so that good ideas can outcompete bad ones.

Go make reddit a place for "fair" discussion.
owh wait you won't.

You can pick one and only one retard. Holla Forums not being a completely united community is proof that this board is not a hugbox. Try to think about it a little in that small mind of yours.

How will you unite pagans, christians and atheists without censoring their opinions? How will you unite libertarians and national socialists without censoring some of their opinions? Fuck off back to plebbit.

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LMFAO

Exactly

Ask yourself where those posters went, dipshit. Either they went to make their own hugboxes or they took up the superior argument. Libertarians ran away to make /liberty/, the Leftists made Holla Forums. Did we make them do that? Fuck no. Their thin-skinned, limp-wristed, impractical ideologies failed to stand up and they ran off to scheme and cry and jerk each other off. If people like you want to come in here with your fake arguments, at least pretend to consider that the only reason we are as we are is because all competition ran away or ended up agreeing with us.

Fuck off.

I'll show you some cognitive dissonance right here on Holla Forums

Dear anons please tell me the most hated characteristic of the jew
is it
a. greed
b. lying & general kikery

I think it's greed. Greed is a severely corrosive mindset.

Now for the cognitive dissonance part.
how do you feel about executive compensation?
Justify how a CEO deserves 400 times more income than the janitor.
A master naturally makes more than his apprentice, but triple? 10 times as much? 100 times as much? just where do you draw the line for this? At what point is the compensation for the boss just pure greed justified only by the fact that the boss decides the wage rates and decides he needs much much more than the people who actually do the work.

This is another problem with you people, your understanding of the situation is warped by fantasies you dream up in your own heads. You attack targets you don't understand, that's why you're endless failures.

This is why outsiders say this place is a right-wing tumblr. Have you ever thought anonymous image boards were founded with the purpose of having uncensored communities.

You know, if I was a libertarian who got constantly shitposted at whenever I reared my head, I'd probably fuck off to /liberty/ too

HI EPYC WYN

I see, we should control the discussion more, so people don't say what they think or feel, but what is the correct thing to say.

Yes, people who do not like to get along and prevent Holla Forums from turning into a hugbox.

wow, anyone who disagrees with you, must be a natsoc, because…..

I see, so let me get this straight, we have natsocs, libertarians, paleocons and a host of other ideologies, religions and worldviews here, but it still isn't diverse enough, I wonder what type of people we will have to attract to become more diverse?

THIS ISN'T EVEN FUCKING Holla Forums IT'S SOME THIRD RATE PC DEFENSE FORCE

I hate all of those just as much. All have to go.

What a stupid question.

Wrong, the user clearly indicates he wants to put a lot of pressure on certain groups to conform to his views on how this board should be.

If there is a community, it will evolve without pressure, thank you.

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Pretty much any CEO could be a janitor, but very, very few janitors could be a CEO. Supply and demand are more important than your cocksmoking socialist idealism.

Have you?

Because your whole argument is

1. Holla Forums is a hugbox.
2. We should unhugbox it.
3. By turning it into a hugbox.

Where did I posted that you lying faggot? I stated that in order to have a united community that you're shilling for, opposing opinions will need to be silenced, consequently creating an actual hugbox. Again, how will you unite national socialists, libertarians, pagans, christians, atheists into one community without censoring opposing opinions and constructing a hugbox? Protip: you can't.

Mate I am one person chilling on my PC after dealing with people's bullshit in the real world.

I have every reason to be a little concerned. I have to clean up the mess.

I just hope more Holla Forumssters do the same.

I'll go with chaos a little more, but if this shit pushes too far, I will retaliate.

Glad you agree with me. Thin-skinned, limp-wristed, impractical, buried up their own asses, running away because they can't properly defend their bullshit fantasies. It's funny how the sense of it all is staring you right in the face and yet you blur your eyes just enough that you can't see it.

Yes, outsiders, people who have never been here but are determined to fag the place up from a distance.

I've just been to 4ch/pol/ for the first time in my life (also the last time).
Here's what I found.

Haven't seen this one in what, a week?

Then go. The only people forced to stay are those getting paid to post certain things.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out, you fucking faggot.

I WILL RETALIATE
MOMMY I WILL FIGHT THEM ONLINE

When your family is in the firing line you become a bit skeptical user.

Clearly you do not care about things like that.

I'm now at the point where I'm beginning to prepare for the worst. Why? Because real world actions are now occurring on my doorstep. The other day I found graffiti on the front of a house with my country's stencil and a cross over it (saying this house is foreign owned)

Shit is getting super serious. Now is the time we make a decision - continue and fight, or ease the pressure on our peers.

I mean really retaliate and pull the plug.

The notion that this place is a hugbox is a sure sign that one is a race traitor. The very crux of the reactionary sentiment is that there is an objective righteousness. Straying from that truth is the root of evil, injustice, and dishonor.

So of course there is a view that is protected here, because there is a truth beyond what respects the opinions of others. Lies, misinformation, ignorance, and malicious idiocy have no place here.

Nice mental gymnastics. That doesn't change the fact that they ran away and left us here. It doesn't change the fact that those who didn't ran away almost completely adopted the stronger ideology.

It also doesn't change the fact that there are still multiple ideologies still on Holla Forums, even all else considered. Go to /liberty/ and all you see are Libertarians. Go to /lefypol/ and you see all flavor of Marxism/Anarchism/Socialism except for National Socialism, the only successful form, lol. We still host and cater to different peoples, unlike the boards of those who ran.

Just like those brave freechcunts who flooded the site over 'muh Long Live Holla Forums!s', you're as dishonest as you are subversive.

No it isn't.

Because the hugbox phenomenon can very severely effect races.

Just look at SJW hugboxes.
A right wing hugbox or extremist hugbox can be manipulated easily.

Holla Forums needs to remain impartial to a degree.

I believe it needs to be the middle ground. The fool.

Let me illuminate you.

Holla Forums is now a Tavistock operation.

It used to be a place where all opinions were heard. The first ten replies to this post, were Tavistock shills, using adhodem, emotional attacks.

Anyone acting like a twelfth grader or who is not using reasoning, is meat on the table and a beast of burden by conquest or consent. And therefore should be banned.

We need a low intelligence filter. We also need to ban users, who are doing ideological enforcement, with emotional shill tactics instead of reasoning.

Holla Forums has still not escaped containment. Until people accept the light of reason and call out Pavlovian conditioning and keep the signal to noise ratio high, the project has failed.

"Its the Jews" is just one theory, of many. That need to be debated and argued and evidenced. Just having a hug box, where everyone repeats the same thing, is not going to influence or convince the world.

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I will tell you a secret technique, for finding the truth. When you are reading something, try to classify the type of argument the person is using
- Pavlovian conditioning (hitler is bad, hitlter did it)
- appeal to authority (some committee does not like it, the FDA approved it)
- emotional bullshit and spam (see the first ten responses to this thread)
- etc..

Once you learn to classify the argument the speaker is using, then your power level goes to infinity and you are immune to propaganda and can see the light of reality. You can see when people are using invalid methods of reasoning and trying to scam you.

Tavistock is expert at creating these masturbation circles and in "group dynamics" and "Consensus Cracking" and forum sliding, shilling and topic dilution.

Teach every pol this simple trick
- when reading anything, attempt to classify the type of argument the speaker is using.

Advanced Holla Forums can research the "Trivium Method".

Julius Caesar threatened to kill one of his generals, when he caught him teaching a slave the Trivium, because "If they knew our method of learning, they would not want to be slaves anymore".

8/pol/ is an hq of sorts for discerning the truth of situations. Its current statr is a result of a chain of conclusions, nothing more. The "right" is just the more factually correct side right now.

This is why although narsoc's comprise the majority, theres still anarcho-capitalists like me around and other beliefs too.

Theres nothing wrong with a homogenized board like this, as long as Holla Forums isn't your only community/forum.

SJW ideology is based on falsehood, that is why they NEED hugboxes in order to shut out the truth. When the truth is what is lionized, the "hugbox" is fine. Basically, if you want something other than what is the protected view here, you're an enemy.

It's not that.

It's the chaos.

That chaos might be an endgame user.

But we need to choose - go with it/fight it
Or stop the source of the chaos.

Personally, I'm neither for or against.

The chaos is necessary, but I don't want to leave my country susceptible to invasion due to our own mass hysteria.

Holla Forums needs to start being more active in real life.

I'm doing shit, others need to do shit to bring confused minds to clarity.

They are still in fantasy land much more than we are (by thinking pure chaos is a good achievement)

We have the setting, now play the part.

He did one thing wrong

He lost

At least you admit they are try ing to destroy white countries, most Kike deny it while engaging in all manner of dishonest and deliberate logical fallacies, which is the bases of their religion of Talmudic study.

Yes Holla Forums is a hugbox because we have shit mods who are ban crazy. If you say anything remotely broad minded you are banned.

The rest of the arguments are basically shit and untrue.

Boy, I'm sure glad freech moved in here with their Kek mythology bullshit.

If that's your point, I don't disagree.

true.

truth conquers i forget.

Oh, Jew.

The elite were scared of libertarian, because it implies that a committee of pedophiles, thousands of miles away, does not have the authority to rule your life and tell you what to do.

Holla Forums is just a bin in the controlled opposition group matrix. Create a facist movement, bring it to power in struggle against a problem you created (immigration), while the same people rule both movements.

To stop people from contesting the central point (that no one else has the right to rule over you and tax you and tell you what to do).

The whole Trump vs Hillary is manufactured to create controversy. To sell television ad time.

To get people to invest in a savior, instead of taking personal action in their own lives at the local level. Instead of creating a unifying culture and a new system that benefits everyone, to drive people back into investing their energy into a savior, messiah, brought to you by the same people who built the system you are living in now and who are building the new system you will be living in tomorrow, even as they tear the current system down.

What an amusing joke

"Kill all the Jews" and your problems will go away!

Vote for Trump and your problems will go away!

Meme on the internet and your problems will go away!

These are all Tavistock, diversion and shilling tactics at the meta level.

The only thing that will change anything, is examining the system you are living in, analyzing and then making changes to it at the local, individual and collective level.

You have to just meme, "If the government is doing things that hurt us, is it legitimate?", "Does someone else have the right to rule over you?".

Right now, you are just reacting "There are immigrants destroying the country" -> "ITS THE JEWS".

Reactionary, then wrong attribution. "Who benefits from immigration?", "Who wants to destroy the nation state", "Who publishes books about destroying national sovereignty and then need for 'globalization'?" etc…

Holla Forums just short circuits logic, reasoning and facts and immediately attacks the jews (who are just a front in an organization which wears a thousand masks).

How's the Libertarian Party doing these days? Wasn't the current head in the papers recently for something goofy? For the life of me, I can't remember what.

(((65137f)))

Ron Paul won the republican convention and nomination last election cycle. You can see the Youtube videos of them rigging the convention and what really happened, vs what was shown on TV.

That is why they are cracking down on reddit and social media and pushing for net censorship. This is why they are driving all opposition into "Hate Groups" like Holla Forums that they can easily use the new laws to shut down.

The reality is that democracy has never existed. Both parties are controlled from the same apex.

It is just a system to keep the peasants from revolting, while allowing an elite to live off the labor of the slaves through taxes. Its just a more advanced form of feudalism. The people who create and control the money, are in the apex, above the political parties. They control the whole process and own the media, thereby determining the elections (until now).

When they lose control, like in Austria, and their candidates are not elected, then they just ignore the election results and put their people in place anyways.

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You have to go back.

These are all shill posts.
- they use emotional reasoning
- they use name calling
- they are contentless or an expression of opinion
- small, short post, easily created by a bot to attack any post that contains facts, logic or reasoning. To lower discourse level and drive away serious users (no thinking of pol)

All posts with "sage" and "kike" and name calling, are Tavistock shilling, dillution.

They always identify the top users, or people who can communicate ideas clearly, then they swarm them and attack them with short, one line, emotional, name calling.

That is how 90% of the internet is kept under control by the power elite. No one has come up with an effective defense for this yet.

On Holla Forums if you say anything intelligent or factual, that is not bullshit and which may influence people, then you will get twenty shill responses, calling you a jew or kike or whatever.

On sjw, they would call you a cis white male or gender aggressor or whatever. It is just naming calling.

Pro-tip: identify the arguments the poster is using and filter out all posters whose argument is name calling. Those are shills.

The truth is always simple and clean and does not need bullshit ideological Pavlov enforcement tactics.

lel how are you different you faggot

SAGE AND REPORT

Oh, so you're the OP from the other slide thread. I change my order for you to back to reddit, to instead killing yourself. Hop to it.

Ok, sure thing

Tavistock profiles internet forums by "discourse level" and "signal to noise ratio".

They want to lower the discourse level. Lower use of logic, reasoning, exchange of information. Until the non-brainwashable users have been driven off and it is a hug box where they can control the "group process".

If they cannot lower the discourse level, then they will try to "crack" the forum.

Or will engage in spamming, low quality content and attacking the 2% of users who contribute all of the leadership or content. They will attack and alienate them, with groups of people that write short posts, like 8 year olds and who single out and attack the productive users.

In the last eight months, Holla Forums has been under intensive attack to dilute out the content and drive the power users away. Leaving a hug box of "its the jews!!!" and 8 year olds, accusing each other of being jews.

They love using terms like "jew, fag" etc and using or creating emotionally charged words or words that get an emotional reaction and then labeling their enemies with them.

This is what they did with "cis white male" and now "white male" means "Evil" and you can refute an argument, by calling the speaker a "cis white male". And "It would be better if all the cis white males were killed".

Holla Forums is same, but replace "cis white male" with "jew". It doesnt matter what you say, if you disagree with the group process enforcers, they will attack you are say you are a "jew".

"Jew is bad", "Any poster who disagrees with us is a jew".

Its straight Pavlov emotional response. Whether someone is a jew, or a fag or whether you disagree with them, does not affect whether stated facts are true and whether a line of logic or reasoning is correct.

They want to degenerate people down to emotion, and stop them from reason and logic. People need to be degenerate down to a level they can control.

That is why Common Core is teaching all the children emotion and thinking with emotion and not teaching them logic. To make it easier to create hug boxes.

Protip: Every sane poster has filtered you due to your posting style and obvious shilling. Just go home.

I don't think anyone actually believes in a huge grand shadowry jewish council or something-
It's pretty much the common opinion here that it's just their nature to do all these things and that it stems from their gentic and cultural reality.

And yes, jews eat their own poison because that is their nature. Jews never have been in the position to actually rule a country or their own society. They have been either living in enclaves doing alot of incest because the goyim were antisemitic or they lived in ghettos and yes, race mixed with the germans, polish or spanish. Back then they could totally channel their nature torwards their host society without fearing total destruction. Now they have, for the first time, total control over what the goyim (should) think and how they (should) behave. There is a reason why Israeli is ridden with child-sex and homosexuality scandals. And it's the same reason why Calvin Klein pushed pedophilia with his controversial ads. It's the same reason why when jews got hold of the art world it went to utter shit (30's modern art) and why the soviet union almost collapsed due to social decay before mad Stalin took over and revived social conservative ideas: It's their nature. They are good at worming their way into societal structures and desolving them as a means to survive. Their minds are restless, eccentric and chaotic in nature. They love to dream big and radical. Jews make great physics theorists and mathematicians. They also are great at telling outlandish stories or make extremely provocative movies. Their minds are in effect almost autistic in the way they get obsessed with some vision. Studies have proven that jews are more likely to develope all kinds of mentall illnesses. They love the abstract idealistic theory of the Utopia, and idea that had been flying around in their mysticism (which is a reflection of their culture and nature) since before they were kicked out of Egypt. One might have the vision of an ultra-individualist society while the other might believe in a marxist collectivist world. One believes in a permanent revolution while another believes the old tales of chosenhood. They always had haboured these visions of society but never were in charge of their own society for thousands of years. The wish to break apart the structures of the societies around them that prevent them from being part of said host nation: Destroy the ethnic awareness of people who wouldnt allow jews to become part of the nation or even marry with them. Destroy the sexual boundaries that seemed to repressive to them. Destroy financial boundaries keeping them from becoming more successfull and being taxed more than other people. Destroy the faith that worked as a glue to the society around them and kept them excluded from joining the communities that formed within the church.
But the problem is once they have the power over a society thousands of generations of their ancestors had dreamed of, they actually fucking SUCK at handling a society. It always creates disasters. Because in the end their visions are just visions and their nature wont change. The jews of old Israel have been mostly replaces by merchants and revolutionairies through years and years of enviromental selection and selective breeding. What did a ruler's mindset help a jew living in a foreign nation in a ghetto?

Over all this is a generalization and of course there are alot of jews who beat their own nature or even critize their own for behaving in that way. And yes jews have like all populations different opinions on how a society should work. But over all and in general their nature is still the same. They're not evil just as mice are not evil for eating your corn reserves. It's just a tragedy of evolution.

(Video very much related)

There are only a couple of real users here. The ideological enforcers and "group process monitors" and shill teams probably out number the real users 3 to 1.

You can tell all the shills, because they show up with these short, one line responses and are always calling people names or casting doubt.

To any user, who posts are more than 80 characters in length. Those are the posts that contain information or reasoning or have a thesis or prospective.

Those are the posts that are dangerous.

Like this. I explained comprehensively how shill teams will try to discourage any user on the forum, who raises the discourse level above name calling and masturbation (to lower the discourse level to the 4th grade level in the media).

"Obvious shilling".

See this is another shill because they responded to a very long post
- without citing any content in the post
- casting doubt on the post or poster, without making any factual assertion or reasoning or even referencing any content in the post itself!

- frustrate the user
- drive them away
- call them names
- post stupid pictures at them
- accuse them of being a shill
- use short one line canned responses and same repetitive methods over and over again

We need to ban these people. This is a moderation problem.

I am still waiting for someone to
- make a logical statement of fact or assertion
- reference the content of the post they are referring to
- add something, discuss or critique the content of the post they are supposedly responding to
- etc..

To me this seems like it is a forum full of bots and shills.

The objective is to dilute out the content and drive away anyone above a 4th grade discourse level.

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I thank you for this post user.

It's not a hug box. It's people having debated this shit so much that they establish a consensus. If you want to debate the holocaust every single day with everyone sure go ahead. Open a thread and debate it. But please stop with your pseudo interlectuallism. You are infact pushing your own _worldview_ at the very moment.

First you argue Holla Forums used to be more free about different opinions and then you argue for banning people for not behaving right . . . on an Image board. Just because you can't deal with 4/Holla Forums banter doesn't mean everyone else has to change to suit your interlectual enviroment. Go somewhere else for super serious metaphysical debate then if you don't agree with what is said here OR have the guts and open your own threads. But don't be suprised that people disagree with you when you come here and try to tell people the Illuminati is behind everything or that Multiculturalism works. Where the hell do you think you are.

Not a Christcuck, but thanks for proving my point you dumb fucks.

You have to be fucking trolling. NOT ONCE did I use the term 'alt-right'. Read it again. Good job OP, you triggered all the spergs into crawling out of the woodwork.

You're point is "everyone who doesn't worship a Semite is incapable of healthy spirituality and national socialists are non-kosher too." Could you make your submission to the enemies of our race any more clear?

Sorry, but worshiping a foreigner makes you a race traitor. Having a Semite as a spiritual model makes you more unhealthy than a nihilistic, materialistic atheist.

There is no room for a Semite in the hearts of true Europeans, and there is no room on Holla Forums for Christcucks.

I'm sorry, just because you want me to believe something doesn't mean I have to. I literally said
But don't worry, go ahead a make a fool of yourself again. Every moronic statement you make only further validates OP's point.

*and

You don't have to say anything, the reek of Semitism does all the talking for you.

Lol, you're a prime example of this racial totemism. I can't just be wrong, I also have to be a Semite. I hate mud people as much as you do, but I criticized nihilists, not atheists or national socialists.

Nihilists cling to political ideologies because they don't have anything else to live by, hence NatSocs have become hysterical paranoiacs who can no longer maintain a discussion. This board is a shadow of what is once was, thanks to newfags like you.

It's about the same as it was during the migration, but a lot faster and with a ton more christcucks. At least the shitposters whining about IDs are gone, but now that I think about it they might have been less annoying than Semite worshipers.

You can fedora all you want about Semite-worshiping Christcucks, but you haven't addressed any of my points. I'll take that as tacit agreement.

If you think racial totemism isn't an inherent part of a true folk religion, there just isn't anything to say to you. Of course you would rail against such things though, because in-group preference in spirituality is something your masters don't want.

Totemism is orienting your worldview around a specific idol. Jews practice ethnic totemism. They have a covenant with their tribal God, honoring it with a Cube, and placing it before natural Gods, which they view as abominations. It's so ironic that Nihilists like you end up closer to Jews than so-called Christcucks.

Never argued against in-group preference, that is a natural thing.

that's because it is the jews

you have an issue with anons calling out jews. i wonder who's behind this post

you really don't belong here.

I said, stop being fags.

The holocaust was exaggerated, the death figures were soviet propaganda. Every Jew in Israel knows that. They admit it openly.

Who cares? Its beating a dead horse.

The holocaust does not affect your life. What are YOU going to do to change your behavior, improve yourself and solve the problems your society faces?

Scapegoating the jews is counter productive. You are just a hug box, bitching about the jews all day. That is how cucked and degenerate you have become.

You need to
- know what is going on in the world (fact, information)
- understand why it is happening (knowledge, wisdom)
- take action (action)

Until you understand
- what is happening
- why it is happening (the causal factors)

Then you will be unable to take correct action to remedy it.

Holla Forums is in a PSYOPs hole. It has fallen for every since PSYOPs tactic to keep a community stupid and ineffective.

I say "You should make reasoned arguments and remove users who stoop to the level of SJW and 8 year old name calling" and you attack me!

Just fuck yourselves. I cannot even tell whether you people are just stupid or are paid to lower the level of everyone around you.

This is in the big brother PSYOPS manuals, everything that is happening on Holla Forums. As methods of destroying user communities, driving off content contributors and keeping movements ineffective.

You are a shill.

Multiculturalism leads to war and is part of a divide and conquer method to keep the population divided against itself.

"Its the patriarchy", "Its the illumanti", "Its the jews". "Its the cis white males.

I CANT SPEEL

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fuck the resource exhaustion attacks

first of all I do not blame everything on the jews. Jews are a fairly recent development. If they had been exiled from europe in the 30's we could have worked on stopping modernism from making our society slowly decline. If you realy believe that the NatSoc's were all about jews then you fell for a hollywood trap.

Back to you.

then leave faggot, and don't read the rest of this post.

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It seems to me that you're the one obsessed and PSYOP'ed. In fact it seems to me that you're fairly limited in your own perception of things (especially Holla Forums) while thinking entirely in platitudes. Maybe it's projection maybe it's not, I don't care.

Woah! You don't say. Mind blowing revelations there buddy.
Listen, be the change you want to see in others. If you know exactly what is going on and have the answers what to do then open a thead about it or post it here. I'm listening. Because just throwing a tantrum and calling everyone a shill like a rabbit fanatic while attacking fanatism is not contructive. You just try to impose your view on others. You are obviously not ready to debate anyone. Also if you believe everything happening can be described purely by socio-economics then this forum is not for you, i'm sorry. Other than that, I've read your other posts and I don't see any new revelation in what you are saying. Some of it just sounds like your opinion other things just sounds like INFOWARS. If you disagree with the common perception of things here: additionally to socio-economics there are also cultural and evolutionary psychologic (read: racial) reasons for why things happen - And if you oppose the more radical anti-modernist, anti-liberalism and anti-egalitarian vibe here - then make your case and actually argue for your own standpoint of things. As far as I know Holla Forums debates History, Culture(s), Genetics, contemporary politics, jews, Marxism-Liberalism, wars and warfare, psychology, survival, relationships, metaphysics and religion. I would say 65% is contemporary politics - 10% Jews and marxism - and the rest is the rest.

Childish. We can talk in german or french if you want but I dought you know any other language other than english.

Other than that you realy just seem like one of these people who keeps babbling about MKUltra and Bilderberg meetings etc. Sure those things happen, but that doesn't constitute to a worldview or a vision of how things ought to be other than "We have to break the conditioning".

Seriously though, I'm not kidding im interested in your input and your version of things if you can.

Hello reddit shill.

You know why I know you're a shill?

Do you think you can guess?

Does it have to do with stupid one sentence retardation?

Or the fact that you are trying to derail?

Or that you always say "its not the Jews" no matter what else you say?

Or is that you double-space like a retard?

Go shill somewhere else.

NatSoc is neither left nor right. Its more like radical center. Stop being a fool

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