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	beccastareyes 2008-02-13 08:08 pm UTC (link)
	Have you tried the Yuletide archive? They've got some stories. Can't speak of the quality, since I've not read Jane Austen, but they are usually where I go first for rare/book fandoms. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	dreamer_marie 2008-02-13 08:30 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	lied_ohne_worte 2008-02-13 10:03 pm UTC (link)
	Oh, that's a great site - I actually found good Peter Wimsey fic there. (Reply to this)(Parent)

octavia
2008-02-13 08:46 pm UTC (link)

Have you looked at Derbyshire Writer's Guild? There are heaps and heaps. But it's been ages and I can't really remember which were the good ones. When I'm looking down that list the author named Teg rings a bell, I think I liked her stuff. Gabby & Nicole wrote long stories and I think they were good. And I remember enjoying Kitty a lot, but I don't think you can't call that one exactly faithful.

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	octavia 2008-02-13 08:48 pm UTC (link)
	*can. I need food. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	dreamer_marie 2008-02-13 10:15 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	jeanne 2008-02-13 10:15 pm UTC (link)
	Heh, Kitty is one of my favorite guilty pleasure fics in the fandom, I've read it so many times. But you're right in that it's not exactly faithful. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	octavia 2008-02-14 12:31 am UTC (link)
	I know, I loved that fic. And now I have a good excuse to reread it again. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	deja vu! sluggirl 2008-02-13 09:32 pm UTC (link)
	Did you see this post from a couple of weeks ago? There's some stuff in there. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	Re: deja vu! octavia 2008-02-13 09:45 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks, I missed that one. I suspect I'm about to go on a binge. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Re: deja vu! dreamer_marie 2008-02-13 10:16 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks! I must have missed that post. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	white_serpent 2008-02-13 10:10 pm UTC (link)
	If you're willing to spend money, Pamela Aidan's trilogy isn't bad. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	dreamer_marie 2008-02-13 10:14 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks for the advice, but I've already read most of it, and I didn't like it. I thought it was rather OOC. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	white_serpent 2008-02-13 10:19 pm UTC (link)
	Yeah; what I liked about it was that I thought she had a decent feel for the period overall, though it was not without errors. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dreamer_marie 2008-02-13 10:25 pm UTC (link)
	That's true. Though, as a European, I nearly fell out of my chair when Darcy and Georgiana are discussing the Thanksgiving service at Pemberley. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	white_serpent 2008-02-13 10:33 pm UTC (link)
	Snerk. That she repeatedly misused "warmly" bugged me. A lot. It wouldn't have been so bad in the descriptive text, but that she used it in letters and dialogue? OMG. Mind you, it contrasts favorably with Joan Aiken's Jane Fairfax, in which I developed a deep loathing for Jane. Mary Sue, much? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dreamer_marie 2008-02-13 10:53 pm UTC (link)
	Oh, yeah. And the stilted dialogue! At some point, Darcy says, in the middle of an emergency "your sister is in need of you." As if he would care for such elegance when someone's just had an accident! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	white_serpent 2008-02-14 12:50 am UTC (link)
	I think it's stilted and OOC for Darcy. I think Aiden's novels are closer to Radcliff pastiche than Austen pastiche, though. And that said, I can see what you wouldn't like about them, so I'll try to come up with something better matching what you're looking for. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dreamer_marie 2008-02-14 12:56 am UTC (link)
	Thank you! I think you're right about the Radcliffe pastiche. If I had read it with that in mind, I think I would have liked it more than I did. Though I'm not sure Pride and Prejudice lends itself well to a Radcliffe pastiche. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	esclaramonde 2008-02-14 09:55 am UTC (link)
	I think Joan Aiken has some kind of a Sue problem, because Eliza's Daughter is even worse. I would go so far as to say there's more Suage than anything except Earth's Children. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	white_serpent 2008-02-14 08:39 pm UTC (link)
	I was surprised; I remember loving Wolves of Willoughby Chase. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	esclaramonde 2008-02-14 10:12 pm UTC (link)
	Me too! I loved all of that series. But Eliza is pretty damn special. Her childhood friends are ... I forget which poets. Coleridge and - Whitman? (Reply to this)(Parent)

	jeanne 2008-02-13 10:24 pm UTC (link)
	My personal favorite is Sharni's Overhearings More to the Purpose. I'm not at home right now, so I can't come up with much of a rec list, sorry. There's also Firthness for more fic. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	dreamer_marie 2008-02-13 10:53 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks! I'll definitely check them out! (Reply to this)(Parent)

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(Anonymous)
2008-02-23 07:09 am UTC (link)

As soon as poor Snacks entered Moot's humble little adobe, she was pounced upon. Thrown to the couch, she was quickly stripped of her tight, constricting and beautiful schoolgirl outfit.

Now both Snacks and Moot were in their beautiful lingerie. It begun.

Moot climbed over Snacks on top of the couch, a slight purr to her neko lips, as she leaned down to gently plant those lips on Snacks' face. Quickly, the blonde, teenage girl struggled and squealed under the neko's grasp, but it was futile. Moot had the upper hand.

That upper hand quickly lowered itself, one of Moot's soft, milky hands slowly caressing one of Snacks' delicious breasts, the other intertwined tightly in the smooth blonde hair of the girl beneath her. She replied with a quiet gasp, turning into a soft, shivering moan, as the nekogirl began to molest her.

Snacks' back arched in pleasure as she crawled out from under Moot, sitting back against the couch. Moot slid off, onto her knees, in front of the beautiful loli, and then began her work.

She pulled aside Snacks' panties, revealing the tiniest sprinkle of silky blonde pubic hair, and the perfectly symmetrical, tightened folds of Snacks' virgin cunt. Her semi-rough neko tongue tenatively stuck out, a hand on each of the girl's thighs. As the tongue dragged along sweet, damp lips, Snacks let out a whimper and a moan of delight, squirming from Moot's ever-so-soft kisses.

As Snacks' love juices emptied theirselves into Moot's mouth, her tongue dug deeper, her delicious flat chest grinding up against Snacks' leg. Her own wetness was approaching, plus... something a little different, and Snacks' eyes went wide in shock as she realized the truth. Moot had a penis.

The shock quickly subsided into gasps and mewls of love as Moot did her best to pleasure her slit. and eventually Snacks could not resist that pleasure. Her back arched and out rang a loving, passionate moan as she orgasmed, juices finding their way to coat Moot's face and chest.

Moot herself could stand it no more. She stood up and dropped her panties, exposing her slim, yet exotic six inch shaft in front of Snacks, pulsating and throbbing in Anticipation. Snacks could not resist. Her legs spread wide, and her fingers held her sopping wet pussy open.

The neko futa descended upon Snacks. Almost immediately she was at it, her cock slipping inside Snacks' warm, inviting orifice, beginning to pound mercilessly, crushing her virginity. The larger girl yelped in pain, then mewled in delight, wrapping her arms around Moot's loli frame. Moot's tongue found it's way to Snacks' nipple, suckling on it like a newborn child as one hand groped Snacks' other breast, the other tweaking and playing with Snacks' clit as they mated in passion.

Plowing through each of the blonde girl's orgasms, Moot continued to suckle and kiss her breast, pleasure flooding both girls' senses as final orgasms approached. All the hatred, all the bans and horrors of /b/, to this moment, were now drowned in one last second of ecstacy.....

...and then there was no more. Moot almost screamed out in delight as she came, shooting her neko seed deep into Snacks' womb. She could only twitch and shudder in response as their fluids mixed inside Snacks' tight cunt.

They lay there for several minutes, when suddenly, Moot's mother entered the house. As she gazed upon the form of her son/daughter, shaft eagerly buried within the wet tunnel of Snacks, she became scared. She said, "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air!"

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare, but I thought naw forget it, "Yo Holmes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and yelled to the cabbie, "Yo Holmes, smelled you later!" Looked to my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.

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