New Story: Tales from Neverland 01

I have decided to begin writing works of fiction again. My phone is helping me. (And a deep hatred of my job.) I actually have made a lot of progress using Google drive. I have upload all my unfinished stories on there and have begun to edit them out. No new Wonka or Bakery chapter right now, but these are things I like. I will eventually finish Bakery and Wonka 3. Bakery Chapter 3's working title is Hot Chocolate, if your care.

I figure the blog will still be a place for ideas and I have one of those waiting in the wings as well.

For now, all my stories will be posted to Deviant Art since it has a better community, built in for feedback. Until they boot me for posting porn.

So here it is,

Tales From Neverland 01

Author Notes

This story sat on my PC for a few years. Just never felt confident to post it after finding overlooked grammar errors in Wonka. (The first paragraph! I missed it and no one told me.)

This is a story born of a very simple RP. The RP was actually a rare one line for me done with dollguy. I refined it and brought it to full story length. I believe the seashell bit was his idea.

Now the general idea here I believe was mine. Basically take Neverland and Peter Pan, and make it quirky and fetish. I believe I was dissing Alan Moore's Lost Girls and League of Gentlemen at the time. (He essentially ripped off the concept of Cartoon All Stars to the Rescue.)

Regardless this is my re imagining of Neverland, which I wanted to place off the coast of Wonderrland. Peter, the only man, is sought after by all the women. His own band of good girls and transformation fodder are the Lost Girls. I figured they are about 18 or so, like Wendy. All the other women are older. The island has hostile Indian Amazon tribes, mermaids, fairies, and even pirates. I figure they are older women, who generally wear lingerie. They tend to either turn Lost Girls into more Lingerie Pirates or parts of their ship. Sometimes chicken girls to lay some eggs.

And all of them want Peter but he's into his own stuff. He will show off, flirt, but has a short attention span. I believe I wanted to make him an utter twit. And a lot of women love twits.

A far better commentary on coming of age, no?