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Lizzy had moved to the back of the bus ten minutes ago, her class was small and hardly anyone sat in the back. The back two rows of seats were completely empty with only one girl sitting in the third row from the back. It's not that Lizzy wanted to be all the way back there, she was a friendly social girl who loved to be in the group. Alas the long bus ride had her stomach doing loop the loops and she started to feel sick. It wasn't too bad...until she started farting. The first few slipping out of hee silently without much of a stink...the next two however crackled and popped as they escaped her rear end.

She had clenched her cheeks, but another one squeaked out of her, this one carrying a foul stink that had her whole class looking for the one who 'dealt' it. Lucky for her no one pegged her, and a little later she snuck off to the back of the bus, the building pressure in her gut getting more and more painful as she kept holding in her gas. Once she was safely in the back of the bus she peered over the seat to make certain no one was nearby, or paying attention to her. Luckily the rest of her class already began laughing and joking about other things. With a relieved sigh she scooched over to the window, and let loose a gnarly fart that rumbled her little cheeks as it sprayed foul air into her panties

The little girl sighed as she felt like a balloon being deflated, the large fart relieving a huge amount of pressure off of her tummy. The foul stink that followed didn't help her though, a hot nasty smell that assaulted even her own nose.

"Bleh..." Lizzy whined as she cracked a window. Her stomach grumbling as she did so. Her own smelly toot left her even more nauseated. Her insides beginning to squirm and writhe as the bus moved along an uneven, winding road. Lizzy shook her head and exhaled, feeling a different kind of pressure building up in her tummy. She took a few deep breaths, that disturbing tickling sensation coming up in her throat. She felt like she wanted to burp, but knew if she did she would probably just upchuck all over herself, so she simply tried to ignore the building pressure and focus on steadying herself.

"I'm not gonna...throw up...I'm not...gonna throw up. I'm not gonna throw up!" She chanted to herself, hoping as always, a positive attitude would get her through this. Then with no warning came another fart, bubbling and popping. Lizzy gasped and jumped up, clenchinPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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So I wound up writing/starting a few /g/-related stories, might as well share them here. Any feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

General disclaimer: Everything depicted in any of this shit is completely made up, and any resemblance to other real or fictional characters or events is purely coincidental (unless noted otherwise). If you want to, feel free to imagine all characters as being of legal age in their jurisdiction.

So here we go (preemptive apologies if I mess up some formatting the first time around):

No Title [yuri, f-self, hanging, non-con]

With a creaking sound the winch activated, lifting Emily off the ground. The noose cutting into her neck caused the busty girl to start kicking almost immediately, her cries of pain, or for help, or mercy, cut off into ragged gasps.

The winch locked in and Emily came to a halt, her crotch right in front of Laura's face. Following an impulse, the redhead moved without even thinking, leaning forward to start licking the squirming girl's pussy. She was visibly wet, and tasted sweet yet a little salty.

Seeing as Emily didn't have much more time, Laura quickly moved on from her labia and focused on the clit exclusively, licking and sucking it. As soon as Emily understood, she tried to keep her gyrating down to a minimum, and the blonde's thighs wrapped around Laura's head, all but pressing the redhead's face into her crotch.

The overwhelming warmth and smell hit Laura, and she found herself getting dripping wet within seconds. As her mouth continued working the dangling blonde, Laura's hands started on her own pussy, her index and middle finger entering as deep as they could while the other thumb kept rubbing her clit.

As Laura kept going, Emily's cheeks flushed and her strangled gasps of pain became those of pleasure as she approached one final, ultimate orgasm. After what may have been seconds as well as an eternity, Emily came, opening her mouth to what would have been a shriek of absolute ecstasy had she had any air left as she gushed all over Laura's face and clenched her thighs hard enough the redhead almost feared she'd dislocate her jaw.

Only moments later Laura followed suit, her moan muffled by the blonde's pussy still racked by spasms of pleasure. As Emily finished, she let go of Laura and almost seemed to relax, seconds later letting out one final breath more like a sigh as her eyes rolled up and a trickPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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A tough choice [m/f, f/f; shooting; loli; multiple endings; con]

“Hey, babe. I'm home.”

“Welcome home.” As Chase entered the house he was greeted by a quite lovely sight, his wife Julie, wearing nothing but a fancy – and revealing – black mini dress, the fabric hugging her voluptuous body quite closely, showing off all of her curves, and thin enough to even make her lack of underwear readily apparent.

“Looking good.” Chase took off his jacket and put his bag to the side. “What's the occasion?”

“Just because. I was getting bored and horny waiting for you, so come on.” Julie opened the door to their bedroom, heading inside as Chase hurried to take off his shoes. “Although we need to talk a little bit first.”

“Talk as in dirty talk, or as in 'you're in trouble' talk?” Chase entered the bedroom after Julie – and stopped on the spot. Definitely 'trouble' talk. Because sitting on the bed were two naked young girls he knew quite well, but would rather not have had Julie know anything about.

“He~ey. Fancy meeting you here.” Blonde, blue-eyed Tiffany tried her best at a conversational tone as she waved to Chase, but the effect fell mostly flat.

“Hi.” Dark-haired, green-eyed Zoe, sitting right next to Tiffany greeted him more simply.

“When were you planning of telling me about these two?” Julie asked, placing herself right in front of Chase with her hands on her hips. “We talked about this before, and you know I'm not opposed to you fucking some little girl from time to time, but I wished you'd introduced me at least, they're both quite charming.”

“You didn't even tell us about each other.” Tiffany added. “But we're even in the same class, and we totally could have double-teamed you if you asked, isn't that right, Zoe?”


“Sorry, girls, my bad. And sorry, babe, I'll make it up to you. How does a weekend trip to Venice sound?”

“That sounds like a plan.” Julie seemed mostly placated. “But there's one issue. Two is one too many. I'm fine with you having one girl, but two is a bit of a stretch. Twice the distraction, and what if something happens to them or you get both of them pregnant? I invited both of them here and we talked, and we all agreed on the most effective and easy solution.” Julie reached to pick up a handgun from the nearby desk, making Chase flinch back, but instead she turned it around, handing it to him wiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


Written as a request for Pussy Shooter (I know, who woulda thought, with that name). Featuring variant endings because they couldn't decide either, and otherwise it just would have been kinda short. I got held up way too long on the (rather vanilla) sex scenes for whatever reason, other than that I think the story is self-explaining enough.

(I totally started just copy-pasting one of these.) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, feedback/criticism always appreciated.




The Man and his Miraculous Mutilation Machine

A strange man appeared in the town square one day, and with him he brought a mysterious device. Raised several feet above a solid metal table, there hung a very heavy-looking piece of equipment secured by chains from a sturdy steel frame. A crystal sphere in the dead center of the machine pointed straight down towards the tabletop. Around the crystal, articulated metal arms extended, the ends decorated with many different tools and items.

It was unclear what this machine's purpose was, but its massive size and imposing presence drew immediate attention from the townsfolk. A crowd formed around the machine and its master, a strapping young lad that could be no more than twenty-five years of age. The crowd abuzz with questions and gossip, he cleared his throat, silencing any mumbling from the excited masses as he began to speak.

"Hello friends. I'm sure you're all wondering what this machine is. Allow me to explain. I have come here today for one purpose: to offer you all the opportunity to make use of this miraculous device, the MegaMutilator 7000! For a modest fee, this astounding machine can perform nearly any surgical operation conceivable. No matter how grotesque or unthinkable the procedure may be, I guarantee that this monstrosity is more than capable of successfully molding your provided products to your exact specifications with exceptionally flawless results no matter the difficulty!"

The man walked over to a cage containing a mangy mutt of a dog. A tired old thing, it showed no resistance as the man open the cage and took the dog into his arms. He carried the dog over to the table and set it on top, then went over to the steel frame supporting the machine.

"Our first product of the day shall be this stray dog. Watch and be amazed as the MegaMutilator 7000 takes this ordinary mutt and turns into a veritable masterpiece!"

On the side of the frame was a panel containing a vast array of controls. The man turned a few knobs, adjusted a few sliders, then once everything was ready to go, he pressed the largest button in the center. The machine whirred to life and immediately, the dog was pressed violently down against the tabletop as if a great weight had been placed upon it. The crystal sphere glowed bright white and hummed as energy charged within. Then, in a flurry of light and steam, the machine sprung to life.

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My first ever work. This might be long so I'll take my time. Enjoy.
Basement (by Kami-sama)

Chapter 1: Party

She needed something to relax; the final exams were finally over. For the past few weeks, she had been cramming day and night, Monster in one hand, a book in the other. Now, she felt the energy drink wearing out and fatigue slowly taking over her body. She was tired, very tired. But she wasn't going to let it end like this. She deserved a good break. She deserved a good time. The dorm was empty, emptier than any other day. She knew the reason: it was Friday. No soul would stick around on Friday especially if it's the last day of finals.

She unbuttoned her coat and threw it on the bed. She has been feeling stuffy all day. She unzipped her skirt and let gravity do the rest. She walked towards the mirror, which was large enough to see her whole body. She stared at it feeling frustrated. It wasn't so long ago that she bought an expensive bra from Victoria Secret: it's jet-black and has delicately sewn frills. Now, her favorite bra was strangling her breasts, limiting the oxgyen her lungs could breathe in. She wasn't disappointed at the size of the bra because it fitted her perfectly when she bought them. Instead, she was upset with her breasts. They have grown considerably again. She's already in her twenties, but her growth hasn't seceded yet. With one thumb, she unhooked her bra. The pent up tensions in her teats were impressive. Like a sling, her bra flew forward, revealing huge yet perfect pair of bosoms. They swung opposite to each other for a few seconds before coming to a still rest. It wasn't just her breasts that were big. Her nipples too adjusted to the size of her chest and budded with a pink glow. They were asleep; if aroused, these pink protrusions could further expand themselves, doubling, no, tripling in size. It wasn't the size of her breasts that envied her roommates, but the perfect alignment her nipples have on them. They weren't drooping too low nor hanging up too high and just jutted out straight towards the horizon as if begging to be sucked immediately.

She wore matching lingerie so her panties were also black. Her chest wasn’t the only thing that grew. This was obvious when her bust jiggled with every slight movement. She slid one finger into the side of her panties and gently tugged it. The thinnest lining of her undies had been resting in the crevice between her legs, the surrounding lips bitingPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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You, sir, are a saint. I don't know if it's been just you bringing back all the stories that got bumped down due to that damn spam, but thanks for going to the effort for this story at least. I thought it'd disappeared into the ether. =)


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Chapter 12: A natural born Guro-tan

Since he was young, the surgeon has always been fond of women. Something about breasts and vagina just intrigued him.

His relatives knew he was an oddball and always praised his sister more than him. She was the opposite of him: full of dignity, exuding an aura of kindness wherever she goes. Compared to her, he was a perverted kid who couldn’t resist the urge to fondle any girl and woman that got close to him.

One time, his aunt Lisa ignored his flaws and pick him up for a heartfelt hug hoping to bring out the kind soul that she though rested in him. But his warped brain cajoled him to take advantage. He couldn’t resist a yummy temptation because aunt Lisa had no lingerie under her V-neck.

When his head laid on Lisa’s chest, he felt her soft nipples press against his cheek. He opened his jaws wide open and plopped her cherry in his mouth. He paused for several seconds hoping the aunt would shriek and let him go. This would at least keep him from getting more names other than ‘perverted’.

Having lost her retarded child just a few days earlier, Lisa has a soft spot for weird kids shunned by society. She was lost in her own thoughts of saving this little boy that she didn’t notice the impending doom of the pinnacle on her right chest.

She suddenly heard a soft squelch that sounded like someone chewing on a wet eraser. The first squelch was followed by a second squelch, then a third and so on. After a few seconds, the squelch stopped with a light snap followed by munching sounds.

She looked down at her nephew who looked up at her with his chin rested right above her right breast. Alarmed at the sight of red stains on his mouth she asked him, “What are you chewing on honey?”

He looked at her confused and elated at the same time. For once, he didn’t get reprimanded. With a grin on his face, he burrowed his head on her right teat and took another bite.

It took her just a fraction of a second to piece together what she was seeing. Shreds of meat grassed out from her right nub and blood trickled from it. She shrieked and dropped him. “Ahh!”, she screamed as pain flooded across her severed areola.

A month passed by and the days went on as usual for the future-surgeon. He wasn’t scolded nor sent to care for special needs kid. The whole cannibalism went swept under the rug.

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Sup guys! I'm finally back after a year of hiatus. I got bored with guro and just forgot this website existed haha. I checked my trash email and found out that someone actually took the time to message me about this story.

It brought back memories of a whole season of chapters I had planned before I stopped writing. I said there will be two chapters left, but I think I'll add one or two more to the story.

How do you like the latest chapter? I'm testing out new material and writing style. The surgeon will be part of a new story development so his background is necessary.

With that said, stay tuned for more... hopefully not next year XD


Finally! After 3 years, we might be able to see the end of this story...
Keep up the good work pal.


Tales from the Canterlot Mortuary is a collection of stories surrounding the mortician Mort Momento and looking through the many corpses that head his way, figuring out their means of death, carrying out their terms for a funeral, and having some fun along the way.

This first entry is more of a pilot story. I had written it a long while ago (like a couple of years now) and I'm just now deciding to publish it here. If you have any ideas for future entries, please suggest them in this format:

Name: (this would be a character from MLP. It might branch out to other series, but for now, it's MLP. If your suggestion is an OC, please link to their appearence)
Cause of Death: (how did they die and how were they found at the crime scene?)
Death Outfit: (how were they dressed when they were processed by CSI?)
Funeral Arrangements: (what, if anything, have they requested happen to them for their funeral?)

Without further to do, let's begin!

Bittersweet (Pinkie Pie, 2nd person)

9:13 PM. That was the time they called it according to the note attached to the body bag of one Pinkamena Diane Pie. You were just a hapless mortician that was assigned to analyzing the body. You look at some of the notes attached to it, like how she was aged at 23 by the time of her death and that she died of cardiac arrest. You unzip the bag and by God was she gorgeous. Her eyelids were naturally closed and her face gave off a natural, peaceful look.

Her hair was long, curly to the point of it being fluffy like cotton candy and in a bright hot pink color. You continue to unzip the bag. She wore a pink sweatshirt and black track pants. Her body was a bit on the chubby side, but not to the extent of her being morbidly obese. You notice that CSI team have prepped her body for examination with the bagged hands and the fact that one of her feet are missing a sock. You take the body out of the bag and carry her to the metal tray that you prepared for her. Rigor mortis seemed to have passed for her as you notice the way her body limped as you carried her.

You sneak a grab at her butt as you lay her down and judging from that feel alone, you figure out what’s the first thing to be taken off. You take off the other sock and put it to the side. You observed both feet as you lift up Diane’s legs and worked your way to the waist. Tugging the pants down, you managed to pull down both her pants and panties Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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Wait,did i miss the story where Scootaloo died ?


nice job can't wait for more


Nah. I'm planning for that to be next.



Scootaloo do a try out for the Washouts
Since the Washouts have a laxist attitude about security like in the episode,Scootaloo end up killing herself breaking her neck doing a stunt with a skateboard
Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse pick her body to hide in the forest but notice that the kid is all grown up
Peel off her Washouts uniform and molest her sexy tomboy corpse,licking the sweat from her tits and stomach,fucking her virgin lesbian pussy and mouth
Dump the corpse in a dumpster bin
Cue additional mortician shenanigans in the morgue and her being burried like in the end of the Apple Bloom/Sweetie Belle story


At midnight Robert saw yellow glow of a fire in the distant, and could tell, even from his bedroom window, that it was too close to be at the campsite. He downed the last of his sweet tea and grabbed the Beretta 92 from the table.

"It seems like some campers pitched tent on our property again. You wanna come help me with 'em?"

His son, Johnathan, yelled back; "Not tonight dad! I'm a little too tired."

"Alright, but if I find anyone pretty you will have to deal with sloppy seconds!"

Robert slipped on his boots and made towards the woods behind his house. The trees were dark, but he could smell his way through, and he has certainly navigated those woods in even worse lighting than that. The fire grew brighter, and he soon saw the source.

It was indeed campers; they had a single large tent near the trees, and two girls sat on a log roasting marshmallows and chatting. One had short black hair, and the other blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. They were sitting with their backs to trees, and Robert crept quietly that they did not even see him emerge into the clearing. The girls continued to gossip and laugh until he placed his gun inches from the back of the dark-haired girl's head. The blonde quickly noticed as she glanced out of the corner of her eyes.

"Val! Behind you!" She screamed, and the dark-haired girl turned her head.

"Looks like a couple o' trespassers."

Val stood up and backed away with her hands in front.

"This is my property, girls. The campsite is across the highway."

"We didn't know. Right Julie?" The blonde nodded. "We're sorry," Val stuttered. She swallowed loudly and took a few more steps back.

"That's okay. We'll just take a walk back to my place and we'll get things settled," he pointed back through the woods, and both of them looked at each other.

"Please sir," Julie replied after a deep breath, "we'll leave and never bother your property again."

"You'll come back to my house, just like I said, or I will shoot you," he reiterated.

They both looked into the dark thicket of trees and gave each other another nervous glance.

"Well, get moving. Before I start pulling this trigger."

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This was great!!


Loved this story very much


All parties have consented to a rendering here of our plays.
Clown nurses

The day is nice and pleasant. You're walking with your mother. You're 18.
This is the first time you've been with your mother since you've moved for college. The 2 of you are just walking along, talking, enjoying each others company.

"I'm happy things are going well for you in starting higher education. Oh darling I almost forgot! I've scheduled for a doctor's visit. remember how you were bedwetting before you left and thought maybe it should be checked up on." Your mother tells you.

You're taken aback by the comment. You haven't wet my bed for at least three years now! However, you did start having some weird dreams, so you guess the visit couldn't hurt? "Yeah, haha... thanks, mom."

"Good girl." She smiles and lightly spanks you. "Ah here she is now!" A nice car pulls up to the parking lot. A young lady, just a few years older than you, steps out and shakes hands with your mother and you. "Hello hello!"

You blush up a little at the spank "Oh, mom!" but then the speed at which the situation developed weirded you out a little bit. Did she schedule the visit for right now? Here, in this parking lot? You couldn't say a word from the confusion, just meekly offered your hand to what you suppose is a doctor.

"Why Dr. Shaker, yes hello! This is my daughter I told you about!" "So you're the young girl who's bedwetting?" Some lunchgoers at a picnic table stop their conversations and grin wide eyed at each other.

"What? No, that's not.. exactly.. the problem." You answer, flustered, just standing there, not knowing what to do. The embarrassment makes you want to drop dead where you stand.

"Omg she's a bedwetter. I know her I went to school with her!"
"Really? I think she goes to the same college as my brother." You hear the cool kids whispering, not overly quietly.

"Now now. It's OK. Have you experienced any incontinence at all? Are your farts frequent or particularly smelly? How's your diet, how much do you eat and what are your favorite foods? How frequently do you defectate?"

Now starting to get a little mad at the lack of professionalism, you ask "Can't we take this somewhere private?"

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Hazel was a freshly crowned amazonian from her city state, and she had much to prove. She hadn't earned the right to wear armor yet, only sporting her tiara with her sword and shield she charged at the busty ninja. She could sense the inexperience of her foe, easily slashing twice and leaving the Nina's meat shields in two halves before making her way into the white tiled bathroom. She could smell the aroma of dried cum and piss, making her furrow her brow as she finally came face to face with the ninja.
Spitting out the cum in her mouth should've been the last thing on the ninja's mind as Hazel didn't waste any time, bashing her shield into the Ninja's massive fake breasts, the crashing causing them to implode upon themselves as silicon sprayed out of her nipples. Her screams turned to gargles as the cum in her mouth rattled around, only to stop abruptly as Hazel slashed horizontally and vertically, severing her head and cutting her body in two.


Two girls spend a rainy day outside, squishing anything unpleasant they come across.

Rainy Day Fun

 "Ugh! I am SO bored!" Jenny complained, as she threw her hands up into the air in frustration. "I wasn't supposed to rain today at all!"

 "It is pretty messed up.." Angelica sighed, as she stared morosely out of her bedroom's large window into the back yard.

 The heavy and completely unexpected downpour outside was the reason for both girls' downcast and disappointed moods. They had hoped to spend the early summer's day out in the sun, having fun. Now they instead felt trapped inside by the rain.

 "Even the weather app on my phone says it's supposed to be clear right now." Jenny protested, as she bent over her cell phone and checked it for the fifth or sixth time in the past half hour. "How can it be so wrong?"

 "Well.. we could play a video game.." Angelica began, before she was suddenly interrupted by the lights flickering on and off rapidly.

 Then the lights, along with all the rest of the power in the house, went out entirely.

 "Pshhh.." Jenny huffed out, exasperated, as she glanced around at the suddenly darkened room. "You were saying?"

 "..Poop." Angelica said. "I guess not, then.. Wanna play a board game, then? Monopoly?"

 Jenny only eyed her friend narrowly at the suggestion.

 "Okay, no Monopoly.." Angelica continued. "..how about Risk?"

 "The two longest, most boring, worstest board games ever invented.." Jenny replied, while shaking her head. "Thanks, but no. I'll just watch water fall out of the sky, instead. It'll be less dull."

 "Jeez, sorry." Angelica said, rolling her eyes. "What do you want to do then?"

 "I dunno.."

 Both girls fell silent after that, and returned to only stared out glumly at the incessant, heavy rain falling outside.

 "Hey, let's go for a walk." Angelica said, suddenly.

 "What?" Jenny replied, surprised. "Angie.. It's POURING out there!"

 "So what?" Angelica retorted, standing up. "We've got rain slickers and boots. We won't get too wet, and it'll be something to do, at least. Unless you want to stay in here doing nothing all day, in the dark."

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Classic Pavlovian conditioned response. Soon you'll be drooling in response to the sound of bells..

And so, my master plans continue to proceed toward fruition. World domination via mind controlling silly castration stories! Bwa ha ha!


Ha! Interesting story.

I'll admit that the 'magical separation' angle isn't a big one for me, but this sort of thing ties into what I did with The Wall - leaving people separated from their incredibly-vulnerable bits.

A similar setup for cocks & balls, or simply the 'Double-Decker Wall' I had drawn up and then posted to my blog a while back, would likely cover all bases and allow for all sorts of destructive mayhem.

Thoughts on that?

Also, I'm curious about your upcoming 'Power Snack' story...



Nice, can't wait for Power Snack




i have to admit i look out for your name when choosing stories htabdoolb. How about one wher the bits are consumed immediately after sex?

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Hello there! Mister Eskuir here.

So originally I was just writing this story for myself, but...obviously that's changed, since I'm posting it here and all. This is literally the first story I've ever written in a serious capacity, so comments and criticisms would be appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

The Demon Hunters

Part 1: Have a Bite Before You Go

"This...this is it?"

Leanne's heart sunk as she laid her eyes upon the building she had searched so long and hard for, her smile of anticipation quickly disappearing off of her fair face. While it was about as large as she had built it up to be in her mind, towering at about 5 floors high, the building had obviously gone a long while without maintenance, if the numerous cracks and broken windows were any indication. The actual structure was fairly impressive, a masterpiece of gothic architecture, but the effect was ruined by the fact that it was practically in ruins.

"Is this place even safe? I feel like it could come crashing down at any second..." The girl mumbled, suddenly dreading the moment she'd have to enter the run-down establishment. "Is it too late to change my mind?"

A quick chuckle came from the one who got her into this mess. "Yep. Your choice was made the moment you saw what you did." Akane's hand deftly dove into her chest pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She popped open the top and offered one to Leanne, but she made a face and waved it off. "Gross. That stuff'll kill you, you know." Akane gave another short laugh in response, soon after placing a cigarette at her lips and holding a flame to the end of it. The brightness of her lighter temporarily added a more reliable light source to the area than the moon shining in the sky, but it was gone as quick as it came.

Her cigarette nice and lit, Akane slapped a hand onto Leanne's back in a manner that was probably meant to be comforting. "Don't worry, kid. It's a lot more impressive on the inside." A grin spread across the tall woman's pale cheeks as she gave her new cohort's back a couple more pats and strolled up the steps to the grand pair of doors barring entry into the building. Gulping away her anxiety, Leanne quickly followed, smoothing out her light brown hair to make sure she looked presentable.

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Hey guys! Been a while, eh?

These are dark times for Gurochan, but hopefully I can brighten them just a little bit for those of you who enjoy TDH by letting you know that the rest of Chapter 5 is up on Hentai Foundry!

I’d post it here, too, but...I can’t access Gurochan through my computer at the moment, so that’s not really an option.

Nonetheless, feel free to let me know what you guys think!


Loved it, though, now I'm anxious to see what happened to Akane. I'd ask for an ETA on the next chapter, but I'm pretty sure it'll be several months at least.


I wish you guys wouldn’t have to wait that long, but to be frank, that’s a pretty fair assumption...^_^;

But hey, ain’t nothing like a year-long cliffhanger, amirite?

Glad you enjoyed it regardless, and thanks for the feedback!


Well, I can finally access Gurochan on my computer again, so...here's the rest of Part 5, now conveniently accessible!

Part 5: Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Programming, cont.

Akane's mission had started out perfectly.

Of the three entrances (well, four, but the sewer was essentially off the table) that were available to her, the redhead had chosen the most straightforward: the front door. Of course, such an approach carried heavy risks, but...well, no pain, no gain!

She'd expected to be stopped upon her attempted entry, and she was, yet from that point forward, things took a rather confusing turn. The guard on duty apparently mistook her for some random scientist lady that was supposed to show up around an hour ago, and, after giving her a verbal thrashing about the values of punctuality, scheduling meetings yourself, and advised her to hire an aide that sounded less like an edgy teenager. Apparently the station had almost written the whole thing off as a prank call by someone with nothing better to do, but they ended up scheduling it anyway on the off-chance that it was legit. Despite her grievances, the guard provided her with some identification, entry, and directions to the studio this "Dr. Redwood's" interview was supposed to take place. Akane had no idea who this Red-whatever was supposed to be or what she could possibly be here for, but if it got her in so smoothly, hey, she wasn't going to argue!

Thus, our dashing protagonist found her way into the location in which her target was located. The layout of the news station proved fairly simple, yet every turn seemed to yield another security guard pointing her in the direction she was supposedly supposed to be going in; in the end, rather than her initial objective, the demon hunter instead stumbled into what appeared to be a news room, looking rather exasperated. Initially, the staff reacted to the sight of her and her dangling sack with confusion, but the sight of the tag attached to her lapel changed their gears in a heartbeat. They became a whirlwind of activity, brushing the dust off Akane's suit, making sure it was all nice and neat, even giving her womb something of a pampering with soft cleaning pads and perfume bottles. By the end, Akane was understandably out of it, fluid dripping from her auspicious organ...so when the staff corralled her over to the newscasters, she had no choice but to stumble along to their encouragement.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Hermione goes for seconds on Girlmeat
Tags: Harry Potter (Series), F/Self, F/F, M/F, F/M/F, Exhib, Bondage, Consensual, D/s, Deep Frying, Snuff, Cannibalism, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter

Hermione clutched the galleons tight in her hand as she climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor Girls' dorms. Her heart raced in her chest as she thought about what she was about to do. Ginny wasn't just an acquaintance like Luna, Ginny was her friend. She was her only female friend. And Hermione was going to feed her to Harry. Hermione knew Ginny wanted it but she was still second guessing herself. What if she was wrong? What if Luna was wrong about the redhead? The strange thing was, despite her qualms Hermione didn't think she cared. Even if Ginny didn't want to be dinner, Hermione intended to buy her anyway.

The memory of Luna's unique taste on her tongue tempted her, but the chance to end another girl's life, to know that she died to bring her pleasure? That was the real temptation. If everything went well, maybe she and Harry could sample even more of the catalogue. Of course, that meant not only getting Harry to accept Ginny as meat, but also to enjoy himself enough to want to repeat the experience; just like Luna had done for Hermione...

Hermione shook the idea from her head. Now wasn't the time to remember past conquests. If she focused too much on Luna she'd end up playing with herself all night as she hid behind the curtains on her bed from her dormmates while thinking about the blonde. No, she had a job to do now.

A few more steps landed her at Ginny's dorm room, five galleon coins in hand. Hermione opened the door. Ginny was lounging on her bed, still fully dressed, with several of her dormmates in varying states of preparing for bed around her scuttling to and fro.

"Hey Ginny, can I talk to you in private?"

Ginny looked up from the copy of teen witch magazine in her hands, smiling lasciviously when she caught sight of Hermione.

"Sure thing, Hermione," she agreed. "Why? You have some... excess energy you want me to help you burn off after tonight's dinner?" the redhead teased.

"Just... come with me, okay?" Hermione blushed as she asked her friend to follow her.

"Of course," Ginny happily agreed as she languidly slid off her bed and joined Hermione in the doorway.

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Hermione was absolutely dripping wet, and not just from Harry's cum which was still leaking from between her lower lips. The sight of Cho meekly submitting to her own execution sent a sort of lustful electricity surging through her, stiffening her nipples and moistening her creampied cunt. Hermione wanted to behead her slave right then, but she had plans for Cho that needed her whole for at least a few minutes more.

Stepping up to Cho with her wand in hand, Hermione eyed the Asian beauty's long black hair. It would be perfect. Hermione didn't need all of it; after all, a bald trophy wouldn't really do justice to how lovely Cho looked in life, but she did need a few hairs for what she had planned.

Hermione gathered Cho's silky locks in a pony tail, and with a swish of her wand, she cut off the end, removing a fingertip's length from the end. Then, before the hair could fall, another swish conjured a little pouch to hold it in and gathered it all inside. With that done, there was no longer any reason to keep Cho alive. Polyjuice ingredients had to be gathered from a living subject, but once they were it didn't exactly matter to the potion if the subject stayed that way. And with the amount of hair that Hermione had just gathered, she and Harry wouldn't be running out of ingredients for a very long time...

Hermione turned to Cho. "You may be wondering why I just cut your hair, Dinner. Well don't worry, we aren't going to keep you alive for much longer," Hermione began explaining. "Despite your complete lack of skill, Harry enjoyed fucking your useless oriental cunt. So I suggested what if you could give her talented little cunt to a girl with real skill at using it?" Hermione paused. "That's what your hair is for. Polyjuice. That's all you'll ever be, Dinner. Just a flavor on a menu for Harry to choose from. Whether it's sex," Hermione drew the word out as she reached down to stroke Cho's supremely sensitive lower lips, "or something much more satisfying."

The hungry expression in both Hermione's eyes and in her tone left no question in the minds of either other person in the room just what Hermione meant by "more satisfying."

"Now that we have everything we need from you..." Hermione practically purred as she leaned closer to her prey, her fingers gripping the back of the blade she'd balanced in the locks in front of Cho's throat. "I don't see any reason why you need to remain in one piece."

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I'm desperately hoping that this is not truly the end of this series. I love all of your stories but this is by far my favorite and I hope to see more in the future, I really like how the world keeps getting added to and evolving. Thanks for all your work in writing this!


I do have further plans for the series, but I want to finish some other stories first. this has been dragging a bit for me. So, it might not be the end? or it might be. it depends on if I end up ceeling like writing a sequel.


A break's fine TVB, you're too good to us in getting our HP fix. HP guro and/or vore are so rare especially when there's so much promise, so any little bit is appreciated. That being said, don't abandon us/this either.
I'm glad this last bit didn't wait until the next/latest site outage and we'd be stuck in suspense for another month.


Hah. I actually post to multiple sites just to avoid that very issue. Hentai-Foundry and Eka's Portal have pretty good records of staying alive when Gurochan is down. They're also a lot easier to search. If this site is down (or unsecured) I post new stuff there anyway and just wait for Gurochan to be up again.

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