Sassy Fan Fiction Analyses

Sassy Fan Fiction Analyses

Friday, January 25, 2013

Imagine a Homestuck Fan Whimpering Forever in "Birthday Gift!"


So, here we go again! This time we're in for a treat!

Now, I'm not going to say that the Homestuck fandom is insane, messed-up, and hard-up for social interactions that aren't over the computer or in cosplay... but sometimes I see a fanfiction that tells me everything about a fandom that I need to know. This particular fanfiction I'm introducing tonight is basically that I see A LOT of Homestuck fanfictions, not so much out of choice, but rather because a lot of "BAD" fanfictions seem to have a Homestuck tag on them.

Most of these Homestuck fanfictions about character-shipping or various degrees of sexual interactions. Some are actually not bad if you're into that type of thing, but others are either purposefully WRONG or full of amateur mistakes for nothing more than to make fun of... things? I think some of them are supposed to be ironic as well. Not sure. I get the feeling there is a certain amount of amusement to be gained in writing poorly. I am certainly not amused.

Anyway, I'm not going to look at the ones written either as a joke or purposefully poorly because that's pretty dumb, let me tell you. Instead I'm going to focus on this particular fanfiction called "Birthday Gift!" by sora-uchiha. Yes, it's full of smut, full of two characters that are essentially related double-teaming an OC (original character) by the name of Hana. (Also, this same Hana seems to be the go to OC for this particular author. I wonder why.) So, this thing includes incest, a self-insert character, a girl having two guys going after her, no particularly good writing, cardboard cutout characters, and absolutely no real plot to speak of. Wonderful.

I have my own problems with OCs, especially since most of them seem to be the author self-inserting themselves into the proceedings. This one is no different and seems particularly gratuitous at that. I also HATE OCs and Mary-Sues with a passion. I would much rather read a hardcore and baffling fuckfic a million times over than anything about a Mary-Sue. They actually get me worked-up and angry. But this one deserves to have something said about it so that I can make a few points.

Anyway, let's get this fucker off the ground.
  

It had been a while since both Dirk and Dave had meet Hana. They had both ended up developing feelings for her,

Uh-huh. Tell me more about how your self-insert is loved by these two characters. Also tell me why. Oh, of course you won't. Because there's no reason for these characters to "develop feelings for her." This is something I hate about these OCs. Look, give me a reason all of this is happening. Give me characters and a plausible plot. Don't just self-insert yourself into the plot, say that everybody loves everybody else, and expect me to be fine with that. I can't just suspend every little piece of my cynicism and disbelief.

but had yet to act on those feelings because they knew how the other felt. Dave knew that Dirk loved her, and Dirk knew that Dave loved her too. They were at a standstill, unsure of what to do. They both wanted to be with her, yet they both also knew how much the other would be hurt when they lost her.

They both loved her? Yes, because that's how it works. Two guys will always fall for the same girl and then respect the other when it comes to acting on those feelings. There shall be no fights, no arguments, no bothersome or petty disagreements that come up. NO. These fucking dudes will agree to care about this chick together, like what REAL BROS DO.

It was about a month after they both realized how they felt that Dirk came up with an idea. Why couldn’t they both have her? 

What. Why would you even...?

They could share her, 

No. I don't like where this is going.
Stop.

that is if she was 

"Were" not "was." It's a classic mistake, but you're using a conditional clause here. And in this particular conditional clause there is no reason to believe that these two gentlemen would think that this young woman would want to share them in any way whatsoever. Therefore, the condition of their statement is thought to be more contrary to what they want or the fact of the situation. This means that "were" would always be used for a statement or clause like this. "Was" would in fact be used for a clause where the statement is not thought to be false, and this happens a lot less often. So, actually, in the English language, "were" should be used over "was" in most cases.

willing to be shared by two Striders. He figured it would be best to talk to Dave about the idea before he even brought it up to Hana. There was no point in him bothering her about it if Dave wasn’t 

"Weren't."

even on board with the plan.

Turns out that Dave had been thinking something along the same lines. 

Of course he was, the little shit.

He was willing to share if that meant that Hana would be happy and neither one of them would have to be hurt. 

Because most chicks are absolutely fine with sharing two guys. And those guys will never become jealous of each other. They'll just be cool making the girl happy while she fucks both of them. That's how the world works, you piece of narrative excrement.

The problem was how to bring up such a topic to her. It’s not like they could just call her and suddenly be all ‘oh yeah, by the way, we both want to shove our tongues down your throat! Would that be cool with you if we shared you?’ 

Why not? I mean, yes, in normal world land, this would end badly, but I can already tell our wonderful OC Hana would be thrilled to get the attention of these two characters. They could say anything to her, and she would still be down for it. "Oh, hey, Hana! Any chance you'd be down with us both having sex with you at the same time?"

"Oh, that's my dream!"

"Hey, Hana, any chance we can make out and you can watch?"

"Oh, let me get out my special incest dildo!"

Ugh, I can't even...

That would probably be the worst way to try and bring this up. Probably get one or both of them a good slap or two also.

But only a slap. And a kinky slap.

Then the sassy moments happen.

They decided since both were involved they would talk to her about it at the same time, which led to both boys standing on her doorstep. After a good five minutes they both looked at each other and nodded.

They simply stood there the previous five minutes without speech, neither nodding nor looking at one another, just staring at a fucking door. Because that's how the Striders roll!

They were going to do this shit. Both raised a hand and knocked on the door at the same time. It wasn’t  long before the door was opened and Hana smiled brightly at them.
                
“Dirk! Dave! I’m so glad you came over!” She hugged both of them tightly.  She loved when they came to visit her. She enjoyed being around them. 

Uh-huh. Now when are you going to mention that your character has an undying love for both of them...?

Most likely because she loved them both,

Ah. Not even an entire paragraph after she's first introduced, and she's already saying she loves them both.

Now, let me explain something to the masses reading this. Love doesn't work this way. While I think everybody in the world would be thrilled if love were this easy, it simply is not. Love usually takes a ton of work, a ton of emotions, and a ton of caring on all sides. It's something that can exist because the people involved are too stubborn to stop caring for one another or because of a time period of really passionate emotions have passed between the people.

It almost never happens because a bunch of people are friends, and then they suddenly love each other. That right there is high school emotions talking and high school experiences. It's going and saying you love someone without ever knowing what love is or what it has the ability to become. Love is not just going out and saying: "Boy, oh boy, I want to fuck that dude senseless." It's about some really heavy emotions, being able to stick with one another through thick-and-thin, come what may. Love is about making another person happy, but not just physically happy, but emotionally and mentally happy as well. Conversations mean as much, if not more, than actual sex. And if you disagree with me then go ahead and fucking look at how often you talk to someone you love compared to how much time you're sexing them up. 

So, a romantic fanfiction shouldn't actually have all these sassy moments cluttering it up. It should be full of conversations, with characters connecting on levels beyond the purely physical, specifically if love is involved. You can't just tell me that all these characters are in love and have me accept that without questioning why. Give me a reason they all care for one another, something beyond, "Well, I want these characters to LOVE me."

I have no idea why I'm explaining this except for the fact that I think fanfic writers should know these things before they sit down with their shiny ANIME eyes to write about themselves fucking characters that they say they love. It's despicable and really downgrades what "love" actually means and just how difficult it can be to love somebody, and keep and grow in a relationship.

but that was a touchy subject. She wanted to be with them both, but she knew that would be almost impossible. There weren’t many guys who would be willing to share their girlfriend with another guy. She also wasn’t about to have a secret relationship with both of them in the hopes that they wouldn’t figure it out either.

I wish I could just shut this girl up. Look, there are reasons why a guy will not share a girl with another guy. If you don't know them then you're not ready to date.

I also like how sora-uchiha basically almost says she was thinking about the whole "cheating-on-both-boyfriends" thing, but refuses to do it. Not that she's refusing on any moral ground or anything that involves hurting their feelings. No, her sentence implies that she wouldn't do it because she's afraid one or both would figure out her pathetic ruse for being with both at once.

Hana quickly cut off her thoughts and led the two boys into her home. “So what brings my two favorite boys here today?” she asks while grinning at them.

She never opened her mouth, just grinned as words spilled from her throat. It kind of freaked them both out.

Also, sora-uchiha, pick a damn tense. I can already tell you are not going to be consistent with your tenses. Look, if you're writing in the past, used past tenses. If you're writing in the present, use present tenses. You can't be simultaneously in the past and in the present.

“Actually we wanted to talk to you about something kind of big and important.” Dirk says while sitting on the couch on one side of her while Dave moves to sit on the other side.

This dialogue is bad, and you should feel bad for writing it.

WHILE WHILE WHILE WHILE

“Oh? What’s so important that you both had to come over at the same time for?” 

The dialogue will never improve, will it?

Fuck.

She was slightly anxious about what they were going to say. The two had lived in the same apartment for a while know. 

"Know?" "Know!?" WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS "KNOW" DOING THERE? Did the word "now" grow a k-shaped tumor while I wasn't looking?

She only hoped that that didn’t mean they were both moving away.
               
“Well actually we came here to talk about us.” Dave said casually.
               
“Us? What do you mean?” She asked confused.


“Fuck it. We were going to ease into this conversation but I can’t take the anticipation. This shit is going to go down, so it might as well go down in a fuckin blaze of glory. 

I absolutely love how Dave literally cannot take waiting for a few minutes to ease into an important conversation. He has absolutely no fucking patience. It's like he has ADHD or something.

Basically we’re both horny bastards

What. Where did that even come from? There are literally no other girls at all? And they have to start out with something no guy ever says to a girl?

Look, Relationship 101 advice guys: You never ask a girl out by saying you're horny. That's a no-no. No girl wants to be your fuck-pillow, got it? And if you're going to treat her like that from the get-go, then I hope the girl will be smart enough to shank you in the gut emotionally (and possibly physically because you deserve it, you asshole).

who don’t deserve you at all, 

Okay, they have self-esteem issues too now?

Or rather the author just wants to hear these two boys tell her over and over again how wonderful she is and how much they don't deserve her. Probably because she has no boyfriend or significant other herself and feeds off of her own fanfic characters telling her how amazing she is. It's probably literally the only thing that gets her through the day, wishing that some guy who looks vaguely like Dirk or Dave will come up to her and treat her like this. Ugh, I just made myself sad.

Look, sora-uchiha, it's not hard for any girl to get a boyfriend. Here's what you do: 

Step 1. Stop writing weird adult fanfictions about having sex with Homestuck characters.

Step 2. Go and find a guy you could like and start talking to him. No, he doesn't have to be named Dirk or Dave. He also doesn't have to look like them. He doesn't even have to like what you like. He just has to be a guy who you think looks nice or acts nice. Maybe he even has a crush on you. Wouldn't that be nice in hypothetical land?

Step 3. Does he have a girlfriend? If so, stop and go find someone else. Even if he's willing to share, she isn't. If he doesn't have a girlfriend and also isn't gay, you are free to proceed in any manner you wish.

Step 4. Got a guy? Good. Well, go and show your interest in him. Tease him. Pull his hair. make him laugh. Make him cry. Invite him to a movie. Talk to him, smile a lot, and make his heart jump. I'm sure he'd appreciate it and will eventually date you if he's not interested in anybody else. It's not hard. And this can and will work for ANY female. Seriously.

Step 5. Also, don't tell him you write adult fanfictions. That's a conversation that needs easing into instead of just screaming it out. Hopefully you're with him a good long while before that conversation ever rears its ugly head.

See? Not so hard.

but yet we are willing to share. Striders never share… That’s how fucked up this shit is. We both want to be with you so bad we are willing to share, what in the hell have you done to us you evil seductress!”  Dave rambles out.

This dialogue is so bad that it makes "Mauling the Meatbag" look like Shakespeare in comparison.

Hana blinks while looking at him. “Wait what? Dave you confuse the hell out of me some times, and I can’t tell if it’s on purpose or not…”

Is Hana trailing off there or being cut off? Ellipses are used if a character is trailing off without finishing a statement, which Hana seems clearly to do. If she finished the statement, all you need is a simple period and you're golden. If she's being cut off, on the other hand, a dash is required, but it's impossible to tell from the context what's happening.

“Basically we both want to be in a relationship with you. At the same time. Sharing. Something never before done between two Striders. If you will let us that is.” Dirk try’s to clear up some.

"Try's?" There is never a moment in the English language when you will see this. It is not only not a word, it actually means nothing. "Tries" is the word you want here, but even that won't help the butchery in that last sentence. I know what you're saying, but that doesn't make that sentence pretty or less painful on the eyes or brain. Maybe say, "Dirk tried to clarify what Dave had said." or "Dirk tried to clarify their position."

“Wait you mean to tell me you both want to be my boyfriends?” She blushes lightly. “How would that even work?”

“Well we would take turns spending time with you and taking you on dates I guess.” Dirk shrugs.

“A-are you being serious?” She stumbles out.

“Serious as a fuckin heart attack.” Dave replies.

Hana is in shock. She never expected them to actually want to share her. 

Really? Because I both expected and dreaded that plot-twist.

She wasn’t sure how this relationship was going to work out but she was willing to try!

It had been two years since Dave and Dirk began dating Hana

Wait, a two year jump in the story? So, this fanfic about an OC girl eventually getting reamed by both of these male characters needs to take place over the course of TWO YEARS? Wow, that is quite some relationship set-up for a smut-fic.

Also, put a comma after "Hana" for fuck's sake. Why must you insist on writing run-on sentences?

and they were currently planning a surprise for her birthday. They wanted this to be something she would always remember, something new.  Something from both of them.

They looked at each other and nodded, 

Using that exact phrasing from before is not a good thing. It's lazy and uninspired writing.

knowing what was going through the others mind. Smirks slipped onto both of their faces as the left to get things all set up. They only had a week to figure out how they were going to get her out of the house long enough for them to prep and surprise her. Turns out a week was more than enough time for two very determined Striders.

Dirk was waiting patiently on his bed. Today was Hana’s birthday

COMMA

and Dave had taken her out to the part 

"Part?" What "part?" What does that even mean? Did you mean "party?" If so, then why haven't we established anything about it, especially if the "party" is so definite what with the definite article there to distinguish it from "a" party?

Or did you mean "park" and simply have no idea what spelling is?

in order to distract her long enough for Dirk to set everything up. There wasn’t really much to set up though. Just placing and lighting a bunch of candles and incents in his room.

"Incents?" What the flying motherfuck is "incents?" No, what the fuck is an "incent." Think about that fucking term for a minute. Think about it. Look it up in a goddamn dictionary and tell me what the fuck it means. Because it doesn't fucking mean what you think it does.

Now, all you had to do was look up the goddamn word in a dictionary. "Incense." Not so hard. Also, the word is both singular and plural, so you don't even have to worry about putting an "s" on a nonsense word!

He was currently setting 

Setting what? Did you mean "sitting?" I bet you did.

on his bed in just his boxers waiting for Dave to return with Hana. Hopefully this would work out well. They have both had sex with her before,

Pfft. Obviously! What character that sora-uchiha likes hasn't Hana slept with?

Also, going by the past-tense of the story, "had" should either be used once in that last sentence or twice. "Have" has no reason to exist in the sentence, but obviously sora-uchiha has no idea what tenses actually are.

but never while the other was in the room. This would be the first time all three of them would partake in such actions. Dirk was slightly nervous about what was planned, but at the same time he was excited. He had been thinking about this for a while, and the more he thought about it the more he liked the idea of a threesome.

He looked over at the clock on the night stand. Dave should be here any minute. Then he will 

Not "will." "Would."

lead Hana into the bedroom. Dirk was becoming antsy. He didn’t care for waiting, but he wanted this to be perfect. He wanted Hana to enjoy every moment of it.

As soon as he finished thinking that the front door opened and closed shortly after. He could hear footsteps making their way towards the bedroom. He could also here Hana’s voice.

“Dave! Tell me what you got me already!” she whined. Hana never did enjoy surprises, but the boys loved surprising her. Dirk smirked slightly remembering all the surprises they put her through.

Uh, Dirk seems to be describing those surprises as if they were painful for her. I mean, she was "put through" them. That implies she didn't like any of them. You don't "put" a person "through" something and expect them to like it. It implies she went through an ordeal. What did these boys do to her, and why do I want them to do it again just so that she can suffer?

Within moments the bedroom door was opening and they both walked in. Hana stopped a few feet inside the room staring at Dirk while Dave shut the door and gave his own little smirk.
                
“Wait… don’t tell me your present is Dirk in boxers…that’s cheating you know…” Hana mumbled.

Cheating in more ways than one!

I also find it funny that the way the dialogue is stated with her mumbling, there's an implication that she thinks that Dave is pawning her off on Dirk. Like Dave's saying, "Yeah, go sleep with this dude. I'm just going to... uh... not be around you instead." Like he's tagging out of sleeping with her. I love the implication.
               
“Not exactly. There’s more to it than that.” Dave stated while stripping down to his boxers and moving to sit on the bed next to Dirk. Hana blushes at seeing both her lovers practically naked and side by side.

                
“W-what’s going on?” she stutters out slightly turned on. She’s had multiple dirty dreams about making love with them both at the same time. 

I. Would. Have. Never. Guessed.

It's not like this fanfiction is basically a written down dirty dream about fucking both of them at the same time.

Oh.

She’s also caught herself daydreaming about both of them being in her at the same time thrusting as their cocks rub against one another inside of her.

Uh... wouldn't two in her at the same time not exactly... uh... hmmm...

 Hana bites her bottom lip trying to stop her train of thought from going any further into the gutter.

What the actual fuck? You don't want your thoughts to go further into the gutter after your mind just goes to two cocks (from your two boyfriends) rubbing together inside of your gigantic vagina? You can't pretend to be innocent and virginal while you dream of having them both, think of having their cocks both inside of you, and are fucking either of these two guys whenever you want. You are so fucking far into the gutter that you're rooming with fucking Pennywise. You can no longer go deeper. You've hit your fucking limit.

“This is your present. We decided we wanted it to be something you would be sure to remember so we figured we would indulge you in the pleasure of a threesome.” Dirk smirked.

This is when most actual women would literally walk out of the room and NOPE out of the entire thing. But Hana is daring. Hana is horny. Hana has the biggest vagina this side of the Earth.

“You’re chance at being with two Striders at once. Something most women and even some men can only dream about.” Dave grins. 

"Your" not "you're."

Wow, Dave, not only do you not sound like Dave, you no longer sound human. Who would ever say that? I also find it interesting that "he grins" the statement at her.

Hana only stands there fidgeting and blushing at what they just said. Did they really decide to give her this as her birthday present? How could they have possibly know she would want to do this? Or did they even know?
               
“How did you know I wanted to do something like this?” Hana manages to calmly get out while flushing more.

Are you serious? The end of that sentence, out of context, makes me think that she was furiously trying to flush a gigantic shit down a clogged-up toilet.

“You just told us.” Dave smirks, much like the cat that caught the canary.
                
“Take your clothes off and come here.” Dirk tells her while patting the spot on the bed between him and Dave. Hana blushes but does as told, quickly stripping down to just her bra and panties before stepping forward towards the bed.

You're still wearing clothes, Hana.

 “All of them.” Dave says before she can get too far. Hana pauses and blushes while taking off the remanding

I know you mean "remaining" here, but "remanding" makes it funny, basically saying that her clothes are trying to escape her body. I believe they no longer want to be on her. Who would?

clothes leaving her completely naked as she walks 

I have to believe we have now entered the present. The past tense has been left behind.

over to sit between both of the Striders. She had never imagined 

Sora-uchiha, what the fuck did I just say about tenses? You can't move back in time without a fucking time machine.

something like this might happened, so she wasn’t sure what to expect. Even all of her dreams didn’t prepare her for the real thing.
                
Both Striders lean over and begin kissing and sucking at either side of her neck. 

They're going to leave marks. How are you going to explain all those neck-bruises, Hana? Or are you simply the kind of person who's going to wear turtlenecks for the foreseeable future?

She gasps and arches as they read up 

"Read up?" Did you mean "rear?"

and take one breast in their hands massaging and pinching at her nipples while leaving love bites all over her neck and collar bone.  She tangles her fingers in their hair as they kiss down her chest and take her nipples into their mouths sucking and tugging lightly with their teeth. Hana whimpers and moans as they continue to toy with her nipples while sliding their hands much further south. 

Are... are they going to Mexico? Cross that border, dudes! Cross that... oh, fuck... I think I know where their hands are actually sliding. And I don't want to know anymore.

Dave begins stroking her nub softly as Dirk slides one finger into her opening slowly thrusting it in and out.

This is the first moment I really want to point out that canonically Dirk is gay.

Also, why the fuck are you writing a hardcore fanfiction when you seem squeamish at writing what the female reproductive organ is called? I've seen this a lot and have never understood it.
                
Hana arches 

"She's arching again."

"Didn't she already do that?"

"Yeah, but she's still doing it. Going to be a backward circle soon enough."

and whimpers

Again.

as they

continue to

touch her. Her dreams were nothing compared to this. The feeling was like liquid fire shooting through her veins. 

So, it's like death? You feel like death.

She was burning up, her body was hot all over and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t cool down. It was devouring her 

comma

eating away at her body. She felt like she would burst into thousands of piece

You forgot an "s" in your thoughts there, Hana.

 from just the heat alone. She was arching 

"She's going critical, arching right back into herself!"

into their every touch. Her legs spreading wider of their own will, wanting more. Her whole body was screaming for more. She wanted more. No she needed more.
                
A strangled whimper 

I get it, you don't know terms like "moan," "groan," "crying out," or just "silently enjoying," do you? Of course not. If you did why would you keep using the same word over and over again?

escaped her as Dirk slid in a second finger, slowly thrusting them in and out as he scissors her.

Uh... what? What the fuck does that even mean? Is he doing a cutting motion within her vagina? Is he actively pretending to snip her labial folds with his fingers?

You know what? I don't care. Scissor her all you want heterosexual-Dirk.

He was stretching her as much as possible preparing her for something she’d never before experienced. Preparing her to be filled by not one but two dicks.

So, you can type "dick" and "cock" but never "vagina" or "pussy?" I mean there are other names for the area DOWN THERE that you seem to constantly refer to in the vaguest and most harmless terms. Look, your OC is actively fucking these two characters and yet there is no concrete reference to HER SOUTHERN CONTINENT. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Just when she’s finally starting to feel like she might be able to breathe again Dirk slides a third finger into her stretching her more, wider.  She whimpers 

"The "whimpers" have reached dangerous levels!"

as her body moves against their hands and Dave begins rubbing her nub harder and faster.          Just when she feels like she’s finally going to be freed of the burning flames rampaging through her veins the boys remove their hands. Her body is shaking as she tries to calm her racing heart. Dirk smirks as he leans down and sucks softly on her lower lip before removing his boxers and moving to lie on the bed. Hana watches him curious as to 

see

what he’s doing.

Also, gt rid of the "as." Sora-uchiha, I should not be helping you write this fucking piece of sewage fanfiction. You should be able to finish sentences yourself. You should be capable. But you are not. This is a fanfiction any degree of writer could write better than you. Anybody could take this material and make it something that could be at least mediocre. Well, anybody but you.

But I suppose your mind is on other things, what with you getting off to your own fanfiction while you're writing it. Whoops, I'm not supposed to imply that, am I?
               
“Come here.” He beckons her to him. Hana blushes 

The only characterization that I've gotten from Hana is that she "blushes" constantly, has no compunction about going out with or fucking two guys at once, and arches and whimpers until both words lose all meaning.

and does as he asks, moving to straddle him. She hears shuffling behind her and can only assume that it’s Dave removing his own boxers before moving behind her and pressing against her. Hana gasps lightly as the two boys both grind against here 

"her"

at the same time. Dave leans down and begins kissing her neck slowly as dirk 

Names are supposed to be capitalized.

slides himself into her. Hana can only whimper 

Are you for real? Seriously?

helplessly, lost in the feeling as the fire in her burns brighter yet again.
                
As Dave reaches around to play with her breast Dirk reaches down to squeeze her ass

You can write down "ass," but you have a fucking problem writing down actual terms for the vagina? What the hell is wrong with you?

while thrusting in and out of her slowly. After a few moments Dave decides to join in, sliding his dick into her along side of Dirks.

"Alongside." Goddammit, I don't want to read this anymore.

The boys both groan hotly at the feeling of heat radiating around their dicks as they are forced to rub against each other making even more friction. Hana continues to whimper out incoherent words as her eyes roll back into her head. The feeling of burning alive increasing, and it’s a good feeling.
               
Tell that to people who have actually burned alive.

Both Striders begin thrusting in and out of her quickly making her moan louder than she normally does.

And let me tell you, she's normally always moaning!

Hana attempts to try and thrust back,

Uh, what? How is she even "thrusting back?" I get that a woman can undulate and hump a guy, but she's getting double-teamed here. I'm pretty sure she can't do anything but take it.

but the more she tries the harder it is.

What the fuck is harder!? This sentence seriously makes me believe that she has a dick too... which may be why her sex-bits are never stated. God, oh man, what even is this fanfic anymore?

With each thrust she  feels more and more light headed.

Put a dash between "light" and "headed."

Slowly losing control over her own body.

“O-oh! Y-YES! HAR-HARDER!” 

Honestly thought that first "HAR" was her laughing.

She begs while biting her bottom lip almost to the point of bleeding. She needs this more than anything. She needs to reach her orgasm. Her body won’t stop burning until she does. She whimpers

Seriously, shut up. Nobody wants to read about you whimpering or even read that word anymore. Dammit, every time I see that word I'm going to see this shitty fanfic in my head. Thanks for that. No really. Use a fucking different fucking word. There is no excuse for this. You can find a thesaurus easily online or on your computer. Use it when you think you may be overusing a certain word. Not that you thought about this, not that you wondered about quality in this piece of sewage-shit you call writing.

No, seriously, fuck this garbage, and fuck you for writing this. I know I'm going through shitty fanfics and saying things about them, but how do you even not know the basics of writing? Look, don't overuse certain words or terms, have a story and plot that you are telling, and have characters that have characteristics. Yes, there are other rules, but motherfuck, you seem to violate even these basic ones, so how can I trust you to understand the more complex ones?

I don't care if someone wants to write a well thought out fuckfic or a really weird romance, but at least write it well. Use some time and thought about the whole process, and make it a decent quality. Or try to. I mean, seriously, spend more than an hour writing the fucking thing. And maybe edit it a little.

hotly as the boys do exactly what she ask 

You really have a problem with typing the letter "s," don't you?

thrusting harder and even deeper into her. She never would have believed she’d ever feel something like this, hell she didn’t even think they would both even fit to be honest.  Striders were defiantly not lacking when it came to size.

"I am not lacking when it comes to size!" Dave screamed defiantly.

"The same is true for me! Never insult my size again, you knave!" Dirk retaliated.

Dirk and Dave both made groaning noises as they continue

Seriously, you have TWO fucking tense changes in the same fucking sentence! How do you not realize that?

pounding into her, not pausing for a second. They needed their release just as much as she did at this point. They never imagined that having their dicks rub together inside of her would be so exhilarating. It made the heat and pressure around them so much more. They both speed up with their thrust at almost the same time knowing they are close.                
                
It only takes a few more well placed thrust 

Did your keyboard not have a working "s" key sometimes?

before all three of them are a screaming and moaning mess of sweat and flesh. Dave moves off of her and lies on his side pulling her down in front of him. Dirk turns so that he is facing her. The boys both wrap their arms around her tightly pressing their bodies together.
                
Wow, all three finish at the same time? Nobody jumps the gun? That's impressive... 

...and unrealistic.

“Next time you might not wanna use candles.” Hana manages to mumble out while nuzzling into dirks chest.
                
Dirk is a fucking name. And he would be possessive of his own chest, not plural. Stop butchering my English-fucking-language.

“Why not?” Dirk ask while playing with her hair.
                
“Because now one of you have to get up and blow them all out so they don’t start a fire.” Hana grins into his chest.
                
“Fuck!” Both Dirk and Dave moan out in displeasure, not having thought that far into the future.

Great ending. I'm glad I read that.

*Sigh* Do I even have to say anything else? This fanfic makes me angry. It has no real understanding of the English language, and uses it furiously and without thought. There are no characters here, only cardboard cutout action figures looking to bump against one another for a while. The OC is especially bad, being basically the author's self-insert character, showing her desire to get fucked by very young men. (Because remember, in the comic proper both of these characters are 16 or under... and whether the fucking author knows it or not, even upping their ages still doesn't change the fact that she wants to get fucked by children.)

There is nothing of value here. It is not a good fuckfic, nor a good anything else. The writing is atrocious, the overuse of certain words almost criminal, and the "characters" and "dialogue" a blight on the human species. While this is nowhere NOWHERE near the worst Homestuck has to offer, incestuous sex is nothing to cry at here. This should be the bottom of the barrel, but we're not even getting FUCKING started.

Do you even understand? This is a fucking masterpiece compared to other things. I kind of want to drink a lot of something now.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

HK-47 Uses Bastila as a Computer Port in "Mauling the Meatbag"


Oh boy, I guess I should introduce myself and state for the record what I'm doing here. I'm Saquarry. You can also call me Justin if you're feeling nice and I'm feeling generous. I'm a guy in my mid-20s. I'm a writer, a blogger, and have something seriously wrong with me. Somehow, somewhere, I decided it would be a good idea to analyze and critique fanfictions. Oh, I'll make fun of these suckers too. All of the ones I'll post on here deserve it, but heaven help me, this isn't going to be easy.

So, just as a disclaimer, this is all about fair use. I'm posting these stories to critique, analyze, and use them for my own comedic purposes. Most of these are downright wrong, either full of some of the worst writing you will ever see, or some of the most messed up content you could possibly find. These are usually going to be VERY MATURE fanfictions, thus the age restriction. I am scouring the internet for these things, and if you have any you'd like to recommend, just let me know. I'll give anything a chance, but will probably stay focused on the fiction and stories I kind of have some basic knowledge of. Then again, nothing is sacred, and I'm willing to lose my mind for other people's enjoyment.

I also just want to call out the ridiculousness of hardcore fanfictions that let the story be used fast and loose, characters and everything else be damned. Sex does not work the way most fanfiction writers think it does. Women are not sex objects and should not be treated as such. And knowing porn is not a good substitute for knowing what sex is or how it works.

I'll always put the story in blue (or any other color I feel like). My comments will always be in black.


Anyway, to start this crazy, crazy ride off, let's begin with Kooriv, a writer of smutty Star Wars fuckfics. This particular one is called "Mauling the Meatbag," is based on the censored picture above of the same name by erotic fanartist Shabby Blue, and involves Bastila Shan and HK-47 of the video game Star Wars: Knights of The Old Republic also known as KotOR. These two characters, although both party members of the player character, never have any actual interactions within the plot, and are about as far away from one another idealogy-wise as two characters can possibly get.

Bastila is a young, stubborn Jedi who follows the code of the Jedi incredibly strictly. The Jedi precepts say things to the effect of they cannot feel any passion. She explains, in platitudes throughout the game, to the player character that emotions or passions can lead to the dark side of the Force. Now, this is all fine and good. She is a character who is essentially "innocent" and untouched. She would have never had the chance to have sex, kiss, or do any of the other physical things required for passion. Again, she's naive. She's a Jedi in every sense of that word. One of her defining moments in game, to a male player character also romancing her is to kiss him then run away, scared of the consequences of losing herself to passion. And this is only a single kiss.

HK-47 is an assassination droid who holds no intrinsic value to life. He is essentially the most evil character in the game, used as a soulless killing machine who has no good emotions to fall back upon.

Remember these things, and these characterizations as they are thrown out of the window to make these two characters have sex. It's not even violent sex, just weird pornography sex. It's a soulless fanfiction (Or fuckfic, as I'll refer to it as.). There is nothing in here of value. The writing, although never the worst thing, also never rises to anything better than poorly written porn video. It's never stimulating or arousing, with halted language and explanations about things anybody reading this should already know.

Now, I have no idea why this was written. I guess somebody might have a droidildo fetish, a cold metal fetish, or just wanted to put themselves in the head of HK fucking Bastila. It could have been for the express purpose of a person who wanted to see HK and Bastila fuck, but then why the passionless descriptions? Nobody's getting off to this sterile porn. And the real problem is that they seemed to take pages out of different porn stars' books. If it were the case that Kooriv essentially wanted HK and Bastila to fuck like rabbits, then why change their characters so completely to make it happen?

Look, this is essentially action figures clacking together with porn noises in the background as a computer defines sex terribly. That's the best description of this fuckfic I can think of.

Anyway, let's get this partay started.


The expertly-crafted assassination droid HK-47 stalked through the hallways of the Ebon Hawk, his algorithm processors circulating restlessly, and he felt the need to cradle his blaster rifle to his chest plate. It was an unusual sensation that had been running through his computer core since finding himself in the clumsy grip of the fool Ithorian on Tatooine. Having left that dustbowl world behind only scant hours ago, HK-47 had been unable to compute the feeling that something about his existence was missing.

Well, this is already starting off promising. The first sentence just keeps going after it should have finished. A comma that should have been a period sits there helplessly with an "and" trailing behind it. So sad.

I should also mention that I have no idea if some of the writing is sort of from HK's view or not, but I doubt the droid would call Tatooine a "dustbowl world." Also, just to reiterate: HK-47 is a droid. I'm not quite certain how he can feel, but I guess I just have to accept it for the time being.

He entered the starboard bunk room, hoping to find the irritating astromech, which insisted on wandering around the ship at will, to give it a good kick up the dorsal flange retainer.

HK, why are you suddenly acting like a weird thug rather than an assassin droid? Kicking a small droid for his own pleasure and happiness is not exactly within his character. It's a small annoyance, but seriously, why even mention this? It adds nothing to the plot (ha ha the plot) and actually makes me feel slightly baffled. Yes, HK is a dark-sided character (technically), but why even use a sophisticated assassination droid in your fuckfic if you're just going to make him feel out of character?

Instead, he found the Jedi female sitting on the outermost cot, with her head in her pale hands. HK-47 recognised this position as a sign of Human emotional fragility, and performed a quick one-eighty, intending to depart for the steerage hold immediately.

Oh, it’s you.” The tone was trembling at three octaves higher than nominal, though HK-47 recognised the voice as belonging to the sitting woman.

No, HK. Why would the woman in front of you be talking to you? That's just insane. You were obviously hearing somebody else.

Also, an octave doesn't mean what you think it means, Kooriv. Octaves are used to indicate a jump differential of pitch, at double or half the frequency of the pitch being discussed. A jump in an octave would actually mean that the tone was higher by an entire octave, (8 notes) something that would have Bastila, in this case, speaking THREE octaves higher, or 24 notes, essentially saying something in a high soprano if she could even enter that range at all.

I think I'm going to imagine her voice like that the rest of this story actually.

Turning to face her, he discovered she was looking up at him, her fleshy facial sacs flushed with a red pigmentation. “I thought you were in the hold.”

"Fleshy facial sacs?" Dear lord, Bastila, what the fuck is wrong with your face!?

Look, I know HK has a strange way of speaking and such, but I have no idea what the fuck Kooriv is talking about here. Is s/he saying that Bastila's eyes are red? If so then why call her eyes "sacs?" That makes no sense. A "sac," by definition, is a mostly round object that is hanging down, usually attached to something else and usually housing something inside of it. Being vulgar for a minute, a male's testicles (or "balls") would be sacs. They are even sometimes called "ball sacs." There are also some animals that have "egg sacs" like spiders. I have never heard of eyes called "eye sacs" before though. The reason is because eyes really are not sacs.

And if Kooriv isn't referring to Bastila's eyes, then what the flying heavenly fuck is he referring to?

“Assessment: I was in the hold, mistress, until my servomotors conveyed me to this area of the ship. I hope in no small amount of time I will be allowed to undertake the return journey, so that I can shut myself down and avoid any unfortunate instances of vocal communication.”

The Jedi woman did not seem to understand his summary of the situation,

You and me both, Bastila.

instead getting to her feet and pacing the floor in a state of some agitation. “Do you like the ship, HK?”

Confession: Mistress, anything other than the dreary hovel in which I was kept by that fool Yuka Laka is a relief to my cooling systems. I had no desire to spend my remaining days picking sand particles out of my joints, as I’m sure you can appreciate.”

The use of "mistress" here and elsewhere bothers me. It's been established that HK really only listens to the main character of the game. The player character is called master, but no other character is thought of very highly by the droid. In fact he openly mocks some of them in the second game. Calling her "mistress" instead of his usual "meatbag" or the like seems odd to me.

“Yes,” she replied distantly. “I’m glad we left Tatooine.”

No shit, Bastila. I don't think anybody wants to be on that planet. It's a fucking desert. There is no water there. Do you think the people there want to stay?

Despite his innate desire to depart from the female’s company, HK-47 experienced a spike of interest.

Are you serious, Kooriv? Are you actually serious? A droid that openly mocks "meatbags" and hates almost every last one of them suddenly has a spike of interest in a conversation with a character he seriously cannot stand to be around? My suspension of disbelief is shattered.

Query: Did you also wish to avoid the fate of having your bodily crevices sand-blasted for the foreseeable future?”

She turned a frown to him, as if not sure how to take his comment. HK-47 decided this was a reasonable response; few meatbags tended to appreciate his superior sense of things. “I met my mother there, HK. She’s ill.”

The comment did not suggest the need for a response, so HK-47 did not give one. After a moment, the Jedi woman continued. “I gave her father’s holocron. I wouldn’t have done that if it had been in my possession even a few days ago. I wished her well. I’m changing. He’s changing me.”

Yes, Bastila. Open up to the homicidal droid that you have nothing in common with. Talk to him as if you two are best friends. Confess your feelings about the player character and your mother to him because I'm absolutely positive you would do this in game. I hope you can read my sarcasm, by the way, internet. This conversation is so realistic to these characters I am literally tired of reading this already.

HK-47 paused, allowing the comment to filter through his processors. She was clearly referring to a member of the Ebon Hawk’s ad-hoc crew, and the only viable candidate seemed to be the Republic soldier—his own Master. “Query: How so, mistress?”

I fucking hate the use of "mistress."

“I feel different around him. Like before....” Here, she stopped, as if unable, or perhaps unwilling to continue. She let out a long breath of air. “Now he’s off running around the treetops. I just feel frustrated, HK.”

Confide in the muderdroid, Bastila. Go ahead and tell him all of your feelings. Obviously you have such an easy time talking about your feelings. You're in no way uptight and self-righteous. You're emotional to the extreme, obviously not a Jedi, whose major purpose in game is to guard against emotional entanglements for as long as you can until you give in to, as you put it, "a moment of weakness."

My point here is that, of course, Bastila would be confessing her deep emotional core to a fucking assassin droid.

“Confiding Statement:

Bullshit. Bullshit. BOOOLLLSHEEEIIT!

One, HK-47 never uses adjectives before his speech patterns. HK-50(s) from the next game do that.

Two, WHY THE FUCK IS HK-47 CONFIDING IN BASTILA?

My logic processors are in a similar, though far more complex, state of indecision, mistress. I am quite unable to place the cause, which itself is adding to my quandary. It is most infuriating.”

The Jedi woman tilted her head to regard him. “I didn’t know droids could feel.”

They can't.

“Clarification: Forgive the miscommunication, mistress.

Apologize, HK. I know you always like saying that you're sorry. You're an assassin droid with a heart of gold, you are.

When I speak of feelings of rage or anger, I do not refer to emotions expressed by meatbags such as yourself. These are merely quantifiable conditions of my internal processes.”

Uh... what? So, let me get this straight, when HK "speaks" of his "feelings" of "rage and anger" he is not speaking of "rage and anger" by definition because he cannot feel those emotions? So, why the fuck use the words, HK? Why would you even use those words if what you are "feeling" (in this case more like "experiencing") is an internal struggle of programs or data or whatever, and not some kind of emotion? Don't use words that are used exclusively to describe emotions if you don't want to be misunderstood and thus have to come out of character to apologize to a character you would never have anything to do with.

Also, being a protocol droid, you should have already known these things.

The female’s emotional peak was lessening, and her body language had become looser and more open. “You’re a very unique kind of droid,” she said.

“Statement: Oh, mistress, my flattery modules are literally suffering a cataclysmic meltdown at your compliment. I am glad somebody has noticed my unrivalled artistry and sophistication.”

Wow, I don't remember HK ever quite having that much dry sarcasm in him. I kind of thought he was a droid. Guess I'm the one who's wrong.

“But you can’t remember who your Master was, or even what you were built for?”

“Recitation: Alas, mistress, my memory core has suffered seemingly irreparable damage, and I am unable to call up any records pertaining to the point of origin and function of my initial programming.
Pained Addendum: This is most vexing, mistress.”

The nerd in me is raging. Look, I'm a big fan of the KotOR games. The second one is my absolute favorite game of all time. Honestly, that was a big reason for starting this whole thing off with a fanfiction from this Star Wars series, but if Kooriv continues to not realize that it is actually a major plot point that HK never uses adjectives before the quirk in his speech, then I am going to continue pointing it out and getting annoyed every single time.

Her eyes were roving in their sockets,

That has to be the single most awkward way to say, "She looked around." Well, no, I'm wrong. I guess Kooriv could have written, "Her fleshy facial sacs of ocular liquids and yellow crumbly discharge were roving in their sockets."

taking in HK-47’s outward appearance, as if his rust-colored shell could provide some clues to his identity. Although futile, HK-47 allowed the Human to conduct her rudimentary inspection. “You have protocol functions, don’t you?” she asked, which HK-47 affirmed. “You’re good at communication; perhaps you were built as a companion for your Master.”

“Mendacious

Seriously? Are you serious, you piece of absolute shit? "Mendacious?" And for a droid who doesn't use adjectives before his speech too! Come the fuck on, Kooriv! Get your head in the fuckfic game!

Conjecture: Yes, mistress, that is most certainly one of many thousands of possibilities.”

“I suppose not,” she shrugged. “I could just do with some company.”

Uh... what? Is she asking what I think she's asking? That came out of nowhere.

Also, Bastila, you do know that you actually have at least two other companions on the ship right now to go and talk with right? And most, if not all, of the others actually talk with you in game. HK and you never actually speak and would probably not get along at all, especially in a sexy way.

“Admission: I am afraid I would be unable to assist in that regard, mistress. After all, I am only a simple, exquisitely-designed protocol droid.”

The woman continued to study HK-47’s shell. “But you don’t know what you’re capable of, if parts of your memory are missing,” she pointed out.

Get rid of that first comma, Kooriv. Also, this dialogue is rough. Try saying her line out loud. Hell, try saying any of the lines out loud. Especially later on.

“Weary

MOTHERFUCK.

Resignation: Mistress, over the past nine hours my innards have endured such a number of probes, surveys and general pokings that I could be mistaken for a Corellian call-girl.

This sounds just like HK. How could I have ever doubted you, Kooriv.

But I suppose if you think you might profit from such an endeavor, I shall not hesitate to facilitate you.”

“I think I just need a distraction,” the woman said, moving forwards as HK-47 reluctantly deactivated the magna-locks anchoring his chassis in place. Exposing his computer core, HK-47 watched as she pored over the intricate collection of wires and servos with a thoughtful expression. Rubbing her chin, she set to work, her dextrous fingers sliding inside his torso cavity with surprising skill—for a meatbag.

I'm not entirely certain how HK could watch as Bastila tinkered with his innards. His head doesn't exactly have the greatest amount of upward and downward mobility.

HK-47 allowed his systems to idle over the next twenty minutes—though he covertly monitored every one of the woman’s moves, in case she happened to dislodge something important—until his aural sensors picked up a soft gasp released from her mouth. “Statement: Have you completed your inspection?”

With HK's quirk, he'd be saying "Query" not "Statement" as he is making a query not a statement. You can tell because of that squiggle that is a question mark at the end of his quotation.

The woman straightened up, and HK-47 noted the pinkish flush had not lifted from her countenance. In fact, it had become more pronounced. “I... think so,” she said in a halting voice. “HK, you seem to have some... unusual subroutines in your control cluster.”

"Statement: I bet you say that to all the droids."

The droid was not alarmed; there was no chance her perfunctory explorations had uncovered anything below his surface personality, and his assassination protocols were so deep-seated even that blasted astromech wouldn’t have been able to prise them out in a standard month. “Conversational

COME THE FUCK ON

(Also, "prise?" Seriously? You have to use the most obscure verbiage imaginable time and time again? IN A STAR FUCKING WARS FUCKFIC?)

Query: Unusual, mistress?”

She seemed unsure of what to do with her upper appendages, continually rubbing and fiddling with her hands in a most awkward display of behaviour. “Do you remember anything of your previous service? Any jobs that might have been outside a protocol droid’s range of skills?”

No.
No.
Bastila, what did you find!?

“Defensive

YOU MOTHEFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT

Statement: Mistress, I must assure you that very few tasks are outside of my considerable skill set.

Oh, baby...

To what are you referring?”

“Well... oh, blast it!” the woman huffed, and peered closer at the data reader she had been using to navigate his programming clusters. “HK, activate subroutine Five-Nine-Dash-Ninety-Nine.”

What "data reader?" Where did she pull that out of? Why didn't Kooriv mention it when she was screwing around with HK's innards for no reason? Also, that first comma has to go. It shouldn't exist in any reality. Either that or Kiroov should substitute in "peering" instead of "and peered."

HK-47 suppressed a burst of surprise at the nature of the request, but complied all the same. He saw no shame in it, but registered a look of wide-eyed shock on the Jedi woman as he launched the subroutine, and extended the segmented probic arm from his pelvic junction. A smooth, tubular shaft that could extend to over a foot in length, the lower-body interface was a modified computer jack HK-47 had kept secreted for as long as he could remember. Its true point and purpose eluded him, though he was well aware of certain prurient uses the telescoping arm could be put to.

You can't keep this droidildo "secrete." HK had kept it "secret" or simply "hidden away." Saying that he had "secreted" it actually means that he had discharged it from himself (for as long as he could remember). Also, I have to love a fuckfic writer who knows how to use a thesaurus. The use of "prurient" in sentences always gets me happy in the pants, let me tell you.

So, it appeared, was the Jedi woman. Her ocular lenses

Why is Bastila suddenly using a microscope/telescope? The only "ocular lenses" I know of are used exclusively in microscopes and telescopes. So, don't fucking use the terminology to refer to "eyes." Just use the fucking word "eyes."

were fixed on the arm, which stood ramrod stiff at a sixty degree angle, almost pointing directly at her glowing face. The tip was capped with a burnished, mushroom-shaped dome capable of interfacing with most computer outlets.

So, uh... if I'm understanding this right, in the KotOR universe, the head of a penis is universally accepted to interface with most computer outlets? Dudes must have been really lonely to do that.

Query,” HK-47 said in a neutral tone, “are you satisfied, mistress?”

The brown-haired woman blinked, still fixated on the probic arm. “What do you use it for, HK?” she said carefully.

Bastila, seriously? Are you dense?

He uses the universal droid penis interface to stick into sassy computer ports. I thought that was obvious. How long have you been in the universe, Bastila, if you don't know that the male mushroom-shaped penis head is almost universally accepted in most computer outlets? God.

“Explanation: Computer interface, mistress. It is a universal probic attachment capable of integrating with a large number of ports and sockets of standard design.”

See?

“What else?”

“Curious

ARGH

Extrapolation: I believe, mistress, though I have not had the opportunity to verify this first-hand, that such attachments are fitted to personal pleasure droids, for the purpose of delivering sexual gratification to their owners upon request. Addendum: Why a droid would be considered for such a task is beyond my programming.”

The woman glanced into his photoreceptors. “Sometimes a droid can be the closest thing to a companion,” she said in a strained voice.

Oh no, Bastila. Don't let yourself be a sassy computer port for HK's mushroom cock.

HK-47 was not an unintelligent droid. His data core was massive, and he could process connections at lightspeed, rivalling the abilities of the famed G0-T0 infrastructure droids. Thus, he knew exactly what the Jedi woman was asking, and why she had taken so precise an interest in his special modification.

He also knew exactly how to use his Human-droid interface protocols.

Stepping forward, HK-47 gripped his probic arm by its long shaft, keeping it pointed directly at Bastila. “Statement: I am equipped to serve, mistress,” he said, altering the pitch and cadence of his vocabulator to introduce a lustrous quality to his voice. “You may consider this droid fully armed and operational.”


That quotation just made Silent Hill groan in pain and facepalm. I hope you're happy, Kooriv.

Also, "lustrous" does not mean what you think it means. It means "shiny" in this case. His voice cannot be shiny. "Lusty" or "prurient" would have been better words to use. Or anything else really.

Bastila was momentarily stunned by the droid’s change in behaviour, but rallied spectacularly. She closed the gap between them, and placed a thin hand on the rounded nib of the droid’s probic shaft, as if taking hold of a swoop bike’s shift stick. “I could do with a little distraction,”

We've established this Bastila. You've said this already. Yes, you want to fuck the droid. Then fuck the droid already. I also have no idea how she "rallied spectacularly." Does that mean that she... oh, jeez... does that mean she became really "active" really quickly? That is such an awkward way of saying that "Bastila quickly regained her mental footing, having momentarily been surprised by HK's change in behaviour."

she said, and HK-47 recognised the tone as that of a woman in the first stages of a Human mating ritual. He was pleased by the result.

“Correction: There is nothing ‘little’ about this droid, meatbag,” he stated.

Finally, HK actually sounds like himself! He should have been calling her "meatbag" from the first... and, oh fuck they're going to fuck, aren't they?

Bastila eyed him for a moment, then dropped from view. HK-47 readjusted his photoreceptors to find her kneeling on the deck, her hand wrapped around his rigid probe. “I’m glad,” she said, “but ‘meatbag’ has to go.” She opened her mouth and leaned forwards, letting the tip of HK’s shaft pass between her lips. She bunched her jaw and pressed her mouth to the metallic rod, sucking in her high cheeks.

Bastila... uh... Bastila? Yeah, droids don't feel... anything. Not sure what you're trying to accomplish there. This whole thing is more about your pleasure than the droid's.

Also, I just want to mention that this is such a stupid thing to happen that it is literally stunning that it's in here at all. She knows that HK won't feel anything, and yet she's sucking him off. Not going to lie, women usually need some persuasion to suck on a penis. It doesn't just happen. Women don't usually just drop to the floor to suck a dick. And usually if the woman can avoid it, she will.

So, let's summarize: 1. Women do not usually easily suck on a penis. 2. A droid cannot feel said sucking. 3. This is kind of all about Bastila's pleasure as she can actually feel something. So, why is she sucking on HK's droidildo?

HK-47 did not understand why the female was simulating the act of fellatio—the purpose of which, to prepare the Human male for sexual intercourse, was lost on a droid—but he allowed her to continue. His response package told him to follow the female’s lead in such matters, no matter how whimsical. “Query: What is wrong with ‘meatbag’, mistress? I believe it is an apt term for your kind.”

“Perhaps,” Bastila said, popping her lips free of the shaft for a moment, “but not very sexy.” She resumed fellating his probic arm, lathering the surface in her internal oral fluid and bobbing her head rapidly.

I am so aroused by your language, Kooriv. Literally rock hard right here. Fellate my probic arm. Please.

“Request for

Fucking seriously? Come on! Not even the HK-50s say that! You shouldn't be allowed to just make shit up...

Oh...

Clarification: By what term should I refer to you, mistress?”

Bastila took a long and low suck on HK’s pipe before replying. “Mistress is good enough,” she decided, then added, “or how about schutta?”

“Definition: An example of Twi’lek terminology. The word denotes a sexually promiscuous member of Rylothian society, and has largely negative connotations.”

While the word does have negative connotations, it is not what HK or Kooriv thinks it is. A "schutta" is a weasel-like animal indigenous to Ryloth, the homeworld of the Twi'leks. It's roughly the equivalent of calling someone a "bitch" or an "ass," both animal in their own right.

The brown-haired woman smiled broadly around the rod in her mouth. “Exactly.”

HK-47 gave the equivalent of an internal shrug. There was no reason not to indulge the female at this point. “Statement: Very well, schutta. I shall refer to you by your chosen nomenclature.”

She smiled again, though added in a warning tone, “Only for now, HK. Not in front of the others.”

“Statement: As you desire, schutta.”

His words seemed to galvanize her, as Bastila sucked more passionately upon his bronzium rod, his sensors picking up soft mewls and gasps of pleasure as she worked her mouth over the shaft. HK-47 studied her technique carefully, matching it to those retained in his databanks, and concluded that, while inexperienced, the Jedi woman was gifted at the practice, and would surely make her Human lovers exceedingly happy.

“Complimentary

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?

Statement: You are performing at a high standard, schutta,” he said. “Your technique is commendable, and were I a male of a mammalian species, I would surely be ready to achieve orgasm due to your efforts.”
My panties are soaked right now.

Bastila giggled,

Bastila, who is known as stern and a JEDI, is currently giggling while being praised for her blowjob technique by a droid who cannot feel. Wonderful. I certainly feel that that was all necessary.

and pressed her lips to the tip of his rod, simulating a loving kiss. “That’s nice, HK,” she smiled, and got to her feet—somewhat shakily, the droid noticed. “But I want to learn more about your technique.”

“Statement: As you desire, schutta. I am programmed with a full package of sexual techniques, and my memory banks contain the full texts of such works as the Zeltron’sutra and Sixty-Nine Ways to Please Your Lamproid Lover, and can readily—”

He cut himself off as Bastila placed a finger to his vocabulator. “No,” she said in a hushed tone. “I want you to show me.”

“Clarification: You desire a practical demonstration, schutta?”

She laughed again, and nodded. “Mm-hm.”

“Additional Clarification: And I am free to use any methods necessary?”

“Oh, you bet.”

“Statement: HK-47 is ready to service you,” the droid said, and triggered the next phase of his subroutine. Information flowed through his verbobrain at the speed of light, and his plan of action coalesced behind his photoreceptors.

Without any further warning, HK-47 grasped Bastila’s upper arms in his manipulators, and spun her around so that she was facing the far wall of the dorm.

I just realized that those "dorms" don't have doors. Sure, they have blast doors, but neither HK nor Bastila ever closed them. So, that means that anybody could just walk in, or even see from the hall what's going on. If there's noise being made then everybody on the ship would probably hear them as well.

Obviously, it stands to reason that a young woman who gets scared kissing a man she cares about, would have no problem fucking a droid in front of anybody who happens to walk past. And one of the people who could walk past is an actual child. Wonderful.

She gave a yelp of surprise, but not of fear, so the droid continued, pressing his metallic body to hers. His probic arm nestled against her backside, and he registered a spike in her pleasure at the touch, even through the fabric of her fatigues.

Her clothing posed a problem if intercourse was to commence, though HK-47, as ever, had a solution. Applying precise pressure with his pincer-like fingers, the droid grasped the collar of Bastila’s uniform and tugged sharply. The fabric tore under his grip, peeling away from her body in a ragged line that exposed the right-hand portion of her torso. She yelped again. “Statement: This is the most efficient method of divesting you of your garments, schutta.”

The woman arched her body into his, lolling her head on his spindly shoulder joint.

That has to be comfortable. Cold metal on warm body. I would have thought she might pull back or something. But no. Cold metal doesn't faze a horny Jedi.

I figured,” she said, gazing up at him. He inclined his head, and tore at her clothing again, shredding the covering of her right knee in three places. She shifted her crimson tabard to one side, and HK-47 tore at the fabric of her crotch, ripping it from between her legs.

Hope she has some more clothes to wear. If the player character isn't around and the inventory isn't available to her, well then, I hope she likes streaking in front of everybody. (Goddammit, I just made myself think that there are probably nude mods for KotOR out there. It gets better and better.)

Bastila shivered, which the droid registered as a response to the filtrated air of the bunk room on her exposed private area.

“Query: Do you require me to increase the temperature?” HK-47 said.

Bastila raised her arms above her head, stroking her hands along the sides of the droid’s head casing. “Not literally,” she purred, and dropped one hand to the tear in her dusky pants. HK-47 watched with interest as the Jedi woman inserted her middle finger into her exposed vagina, and noted her body temperature increased several degrees as a result.

Her entire body temperature increased several degrees with a single finger inserted into her for a split-second? Wow. That's seriously not how that stuff works. And if it were how things worked than women would literally have their brains fry inside of their skulls while having actual sex as their temperatures increased beyond sustainable levels.

Get the idea?” she whispered.

“Confirmation: I do.”

Bastila continued to manually pleasure herself, working her finger deeper inside her own body until her knuckle was pressed against her pubic bone. HK-47 monitored the frequency and angle of each thrust of her digit, and extrapolated the woman’s optimal speed and depth. The result was something he would endeavour to replicate.

The Jedi was grinding herself shamelessly against his metallic frame, her finger still plunged between her labia, her bared chest heaving with sexual stimulation. HK decided that it would soon be time to introduce himself into the proceedings.

“I need it,” Bastila murmured. “I need it now.” She withdrew her finger and grasped his probic arm firmly.

“Statement: I will give it to you, schutta,” he vowed. The spindly droid angled his robotic hips as Bastila tugged his rod towards her opening, and together they assumed a suitable position. HK pressed the tip of his shaft to Bastila’s labia, and the woman let out a moan of pleasure, which increased in volume and lustre when he penetrated her several inches deep.

"Lustre" also doesn't mean what you think it means. It is a way of describing something sight-wise. "Gleam" would be a good adjective. Let's fit "gleam" in the sentence instead: "...which increased in volume and gleam..." No, that doesn't work. Use a better word. "Cadence" would be a good word to use. "Pitch" would be another. "Frequency" would be a fine one to use as well.

It was the kind of sound he had observed in the examples of holopornography saved to his memory banks, and seemed to be a favourite among male audiences.

Again, Bastila's doing this in the relative open space of a dorm without a door, and I have to believe that OTHER PEOPLE ARE STILL ABOARD THE SHIP BESIDES THEM.

Holding Bastila’s body tightly around the waist, HK exerted his servomotors and lifted her off the deck and into his embrace, impaling her more thoroughly on his shaft in the process.

Bastila, you have no idea what kinds of sassy computer ports that thing has been in! You could catch some weird droid disease! At least tell HK to put some lube on his cold and comedic "probic" penis.

You're seriously going to chaff otherwise.

She let out another moan, and clutched at his arms for support. His frame had not been designed to be held so intimately, though the Jedi woman managed to make herself comfortable, judging by the ever-increasing stimulation of her body.

"I love the feel of cold metal!" Bastila cried in passion, shoving the hilt of the lightsaber as deep inside of herself as it would go.

That's essentially what's happening here, and it would make more sense to be a lightsaber than HK. Just sayin'.

“That feels good, HK,” she cried, “it’s so thick!”

Women sound like this in the throes of passion. Trust me on this.

(Actually, they don't. The only women who sound like this are porn stars. And they get paid to say it. The more you know!)

HK-47 identified this as an example of talking dirty—largely a method by which a sexual partner kept themselves focused on the moment of pleasure by vocalizing their physical sensations. “It’s so flarking thick!”

Thank you, HK, for finally telling me what "talking dirty" is. I would have never known otherwise. Kooriv, you are a god for finally explaining the lost art of "dirty talking" to all of us plebs who would have no idea otherwise.

“Statement: This pleases me, schutta. Your body is physically attractive, and your vagina is activating my pleasure sensors and stimulus packages.”

“Force, you fucking droid! Use your databanks, will you?” she cried, using HK’s arms as leverage to thrust herself upon his rod, her womanhood widening with every penetration.

Uh... what? What does she say there, and what does it even mean?

Also, why would her "womanhood" be widening with every penetration when the shaft of the droidildo is always the same width? She's not going to widen out with every penetration. That literally makes no sense unless the droidildo is widening as well, which it isn't. I mean, yes, I could take this as the droidildo is moving in and out of her, but why would it be doing that? It would probably be staying inside of her sassy meatbag port.

Also, I'm going to continue to use the word "sassy" to describe the proceedings in every single fanfic. It makes me smile. This fuckfic does not.

The droid accessed his encyclopaedic modules, and calculated what the woman was asking for. “Statement: I’m fucking your cunt,” HK said. “My cock is inside your twat, and it feels fucking stellar.”

Oh. She wanted... seriously? Come on.

Bastila let out a laugh tinged by pleasure, and she rocked herself more fervently on his metallic attachment. “That’s it! That’s good,” she cried.

“Statement: Thank you, schutta.”

“Keep going!”

The droid continued to mine his dictionaries for choice words and phrases from across the Republic,

And yet he only ever really uses "schutta" and barely different forms of "My penis is inside of your vagina. Grind. Grind."

all the while letting his Jedi lover bounce madly on his phallic shaft. All too soon, however, he noticed she was tiring, and realized she could not keep up the furious pace in her position. The droid soon remedied the situation, taking hold of the woman’s right thigh and hoisting her leg upwards to take her full weight. She leaned against him, resting her head on the side of his carapace, undulating her hips to rock his rod inside her.

Rock that rod, Bastila. I wish I knew what any of that meant. How is she rocking it inside of her while he's holding her up? And why wouldn't he just do the work since he's kind of got the upper hand here?

Accessing his documented holopornography again, HK added a new assignment to his roster, and activated the servomotors in his hip joints. Shifting his hips upwards, HK was able to penetrate Bastila more deeply, and assumed a steady rhythm of intercourse. “Query: Is this fucking satisfactory, schutta?” he asked.

“Yes, oh yes, keep doing that!” Bastila yelled, her body jiggling with every thrust of his mechno-phallus. “And call me a schutta again!”

"Her body jiggling?" That sounds incredibly uncomfortable.

“Statement: You are a fucking schutta and you are currently being fucked like one. I hope this pleases you,” he said.

So, we're just going to keep saying the same things over and over again and think that it's going to sound sexy eventually. Is that it, Kooriv? Let's just have HK just repeat the same insults and hope that eventually the reader will realize, "Oh my, I have finally reached full orgasmic potential. And all it took was for HK-47 to explain 'talking dirty,' and to say the same fucking thing to Bastila a couple more times. Because I obviously get off to droid porn said in the most matter-of-fact way possible."

Bastila’s hands came up to her jiggling tits,

"Jiggling" again? Seriously, there are better and more attractive words than that one to use. "Heaving" would be a better one. Then again, using any word with the noun "tits" is just going to sound ridiculous. "Heaving breasts" would work nicely. And I can't believe I'm still giving advice for this abominable story.

and she began to play with the fleshy sacs

Kooriv, I thought we spoke about "sacs" before. Didn't we talk about this? Why didn't you listen to anything I was saying?

While breasts are much more sac-like than eyes, they still could be defined as basically anything else because their sac-like qualities are not being spoken of here. What's even more preposterous is that Kooriv, or the third-person HK perspective this story seems to be written from, referred to them as "tits" just moments before. But now they're defined as "fleshy sacs." Why even do that? Why?

as HK rocked her. She pinched her pink nipples

...those erogenous flesh bumps that sat upon the supple sacs of fat and flesh comprising the sac of meat that was her body entire...

between forefinger and thumb, seeming to enjoy the small spike of pain this caused her.

The assassin droid had never been able to calculate a sapient’s propensity for pain—his victims had always protested quite loudly against injury to their bodies, so the self-infliction of pain seemed to run counter to his experiences. However, his databanks offered up some interesting ideas.

By now Bastila was furiously kneading and squeezing her breasts, her pleasure doubling,

Mathematically doubling, because pleasure is something that can be numerically computed. Also playing with her breasts seems to get her off just as much as being fucked silly by a droid. I guess she has really sensitive breasts.

and HK decided to assist her. Ensuring she was safely balanced on his pumping rod, he removed his hand from her waist and drew it up to her slim, pale-skinned neck. Momentarily the woman panicked, perhaps thinking the droid meant her inordinate harm, but when he applied gentle pressure without cutting off her air supply, she seemed to understand his intention. “Mmm, you’re inventive, droid,” she smiled.

HK squeezed a little harder, causing Bastila to gurgle out her next moan of pleasure, feeling her breaths forcing their way past the blockage caused by his metallic fingers. The woman was panting raggedly, and her internal temperature was starting to peak. “Rhetorical

FUCK YOU, KOORIV

Seriously, pointing out these stupid erroneous characterization quirks are about the only thing I have left. Let me have this at least.

Query: Do you like me choking you, schutta?” he intoned. “You deserve to be choked, schutta.”

This seemed to spur Bastila on, thrusting herself down onto his piston-like phallus with wild bucks of her wide hips. HK maintained his optimal speed, feeling the woman drawing close to the plateau of her pleasure. Clutching at the arm around her neck, she used her other hand to resume her manual stimulation, fingering the tiny nub just above her stretched vagina.

Yup, Kooriv watches a little too much porn. Again, this doesn't actually ever happen outside of porn stars, especially not with a Jedi who has no real knowledge of sex.

HK had little information on this spot, though he recognised it as a point of great pleasure for the woman. He watched as she rubbed and squeezed at the nub, her moans coming out now as shrieks which were undoubtedly ringing through the adjoining corridor.

The corridor they could both plainly see because there was no door. They both wondered if her shrieking like a maniac would attract any of the attention of the others on the ship.

Oh, fuck no they didn't. Because why would decency cross Bastila's mind when SHE HAS FUCKING PROBLEMS WITH KISSING A DUDE ON THE MOUTH ONCE.

With her orgasm building, HK decided he did not want to injure Bastila in her throes of passion,

This is so much like an assassination droid's thought process, specifically an assassination droid built for actually enjoying watching others suffer. It's wonderful to know that Kooriv really understands these characters.

and set her gently onto her feet. Momentarily confused, the woman let out another shriek

Goddammit, Bastila. THERE. ARE. OTHERS. ON. THE. SHIP. Muffle your throes a little. Have some common courtesy for fuck's sake.

as the droid bent her over, his lubricated shaft still lodged deep inside her vagina. Spreading his legs to gain purchase in his new position, HK-47 resumed fucking the wild-haired brunette, snapping his hips against her jiggling

"Jiggling" again? Great to know you have a vast vocabulary, Kooriv.

buttocks. According to his records, this sexual position had no official name, though was generally referred to on many worlds by whatever domesticable species resided there. Currently, the most common colloquialism for the position was “gizka style”, which HK thought unnecessarily quaint.

Are you...? *sigh*
Why do I even bother?

Regardless of its name, Bastila seemed to enjoy the position, howling and squealing

Bastila, seriously, please stop with all of the noise. The door is open. And there are others aboard. Are you seriously that dim to not understand that?

into the deck as HK plundered

"Plundered?" Dear lord...

her contracting vagina. Her orgasm came hard, rocking her body and almost dumping her to the floor if HK had loosened his grip. She screamed incoherently, and HK felt

"Can Droids Feel Mortal Stimulus?"

Look, droids have no nerve endings. They cannot feel in any sense of that word.

her vagina pulling fiercely at his rod, likely to stimulate a simultaneous orgasm in the male. HK, however, continued to fuck her as she rode out her climax, keeping a tight hold of her wobbling hips until her shaking subsided.

“Oh, Force!” she cried when she had her breathing under control. “That was amazing!” HK considered the possibility that it was a signal to end their intercourse, though Bastila’s body continued to respond to his thrusts, bucking back against his shaft. “You’re full of surprises, HK.”

“Statement: I am flattered, schutta. Query: Would you like to continue?”

No, this fuckfic is almost over.

Bastila reached back and brought the flat of her palm down on her left buttock, producing a loud slapping sound. “Force, yes! Don’t you dare stop!” She took hold of her calves, bent almost double, and wiggled her backside into HK’s thrusts.

“Supplication: I have no intention of stopping, schutta, although I must remind you that the Ebon Hawk will not remain devoid of meatbags for long.”

Are you fucking serious? Bastila is the only person on the Ebon Hawk for some reason? Look, the player character can only have two people in his or her party at any time. Why the fuck wouldn't there be more people aboard? Why do I even care anymore? At least that explains why Bastila was making so much noise. I guess she didn't have to worry. That's particularly disappointing. Having Mission walk in on her shrieking, fucked up orgasm would have been emotionally scarring, and the player character could certainly use this as a fucking thing to comment on when she takes the moral high ground constantly, and GETS FREAKED OUT BY A SINGLE KISS.

“Oh, they’ll be playing with the walking carpets for ages yet,”

Ah, Bastila also has no regards for other species either. Wonderful to know.

the brunette replied, and squealed loudly as HK delivered a particularly hard thrust into her juicy cunt. “Come on, don’t you want to find out what other protocols you’ve got hidden in there?”

HK considered this; though he had no intention of revealing his deeper functions, he supposed that he might have additional sexual skills he had not yet run checks on. And, with the screaming brunette impaled on his probic arm, he decided that there was no time like the present.

* * * *

Elsewhere aboard the docked freighter, the utility droid T3-M4 went about his work. His aural sensors had been picking up unusual sounds emanating from the starboard cabin for the past twenty-five standard minutes, though he had chosen not to investigate; he was aware of the assassin droid’s distaste for him, and knew better than to disturb the unbalanced rust-bucket.

Well, I guess I, at least, feel better that I wasn't entirely wrong about others being aboard.

However, the little droid remained curious, and considered that, should the HK droid depart from the cabin, he would inspect the scene, and perhaps attempt to involve himself in whatever activity the violent automaton had discovered.

Are you serious? Are you setting up T3 droidildoing his way into Bastila as well? Come on... just let this idea die.

Whistling happily to himself, T3-M4 trundled off down the corridor, cataloguing the interesting and high-pitched squeals that echoed throughout the ship.

Fuck you, Kooriv.

What else can I even say? The writing is pretty competent overall. I mean, there are sentences, words, and few misspellings. It's not a fanfiction that'll ever get my rocks off, but maybe somebody out there can see something I don't. It's not the worst thing ever, more stranded somewhere between absolute smut and just plain "Why?" territory. It's not particularly inspired, not particularly memorable, and really just the surface of the madness of fanfiction.

I didn't want to start off too crazy, and I think this one was a good starting point. I think the thing I'll remember most and take from this forever is that MOST COMPUTER PORTS in the Star Wars universe are a perfect fit for a human penis.