I'm a full-figured 58-year-old M-F trans furry who prefers "Shklee" and "shkler" as my pronouns. Today I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 7:30 (I slept in, usually I'm an early riser) and made sure to check my privelidge before going outside to have a vape. On the way to my car this pompuos asshole wite supremacist (he's not actually white, he's Mexican - well technically he's from Korea but same diff)_ literally rapes me by saying "hi" like I have time for his bullshit, and that's when I decided, I should right an auto biograhy for my followers on gurochan and then kill myself bc I'm to good for this world.
I was born with autism (never got diagnosed but I can tell because I like science and like to keep everything real neat n organized) and even though I was the popular kid in school and had all the best people as my friends, somehow I always knew I was special inside, like Harry Potter. I couldn't do magic but I was a total badass like Katniss Everdeen except actually sexy.
When I got to college I decided I didn't need to follow society's dumb as fuck gender norms any more and started dressing as my true self. I have a bit of a muffin top but nobody really notices because they're always staring at my epic boobs anyway, so I wear midriff shirts alot. You can also see my pubes sticking out bc I don't believe in shaving since it demeans women.
uFnortunitly some rasist fuckweed was ubllying me one day saying I was fat even though I'm not and I'm on a diet even though I shouldn'thave to since fat is beautiful and I got back at him by flashing my boobs and then kicking his balls so he'd get conditioned like the dog he is and maybe learn to respect people's choices and one of the police was there and I got arrested for indecent exposure and assalt? Like it was my fault? Why people have to be such fags.
But anyway that's basically my life story so to take out my anger I've been writing guro ever since and imagining it happneing to real people like that who are inconsiderate aholes.
So now that's done I'mma go kill myself but I'm not saynig how because your all sick fux and don't deserve to know and I hope you all rot in H word with the niggas and the jews and the mexicans and the rasists and the nazis and the trump voters and all the other cis people who make the world aa shitty place.

lf. Apr. 22, 2359

- No Unauthorized Access or Distribution -
- Be aware this report has been marked distressing by Cpt. Maria Buchann -

Priority Addendum: This is Buchann. I know many of you view it as disrespectful, but we're keeping a log of what happened to Sarah. We have to follow protocol. I'll mark the file as distressing. Don't forget that we're going to wipe these things out when the orbital squad arrives.

REPORT: Fate of Astronaut and Alien Life Researcher, Lt. Sarah Jules
SUB-REPORT: Reproductive Behavior of Hostile Titan Organism (Exact Species Unknown)

SUMMARY: Drop rescue team deployed 50 seconds from distress signal to Lt. Sarah Jules research vessel, marked 145.66hacc from Titan northpoint. Recorded events simulated by site findings.

Vessel hull was breached by native Titan organism, which entered main corridor behind cockpit, trapping Lt. Jules. Cockpit was sealed, and emergency distress signal sent. Magnetized cockpit security doors were torn through moments later. Sidearm of Sarah Jules discovered in cockpit, unloaded. High durability personal body armor of Sarah Jules discovered in cockpit storage, unworn. Audio-pressure logs (summarized below) indicate Lt. Jules falling to her knees and attempting to reason with the creature, irrationally. Unknown appendage grips Sarah's hair, pulling her up, off of her feet, and finally suspending her, no doubt uncomfortably. Lt. Jules cries, shouting obscenities in a manner our psychological department has described as "panicked." A, organic pop and tear are heard in succession, along with incoherent screaming from Lt. Jules. Pressure logs then indicate the weight of one female arm colliding with the cockpit floor. Each of Sarah's limbs are similarly ripped from her, along with her uniform in its entirety. The Lt. discontinues screaming, now rather howling in pain, but surprisingly (and unfortunately) retaining consciousness. Extended research team believes the creature was removing any potential threats with these actions; suspending and disarming its prey of the arms and legs where it might retain natural weaponry. Following her limbs, by that same logic, the breasts of Lt. Jules were subsequently removed, pulled from her chest individually with great force. It is a testament to the will of Sarah that she was able to beg coherently, after the removal of four limbs and one breast, that the creature not take her second. However, the organism removed her secoPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

It’s been a long time since posting here! Here’s my latest story for you guys. It features April O’Neil from the ninja turtles. (The one where she’s a teenager, not the adult one of the old days)

It’s based on this particular episode:

.watchonlinecartoons.net/teenage-mutant-ninja-turtles-2012/watch-teenage-mutant-ninja-turtles-episode-79-season-3-beyond-the-known-universe

If you didn’t watch it and don’t feel like doing it, here’s what you need to know:

The earth is going to be blown up by space triceratops, the turtles, April and Casey are off to space with a cyborg names Fugitoid to stop them. Their first stop is at a pirate spaceport and the turtles cause a hell of a mess and now have to fight or run.

Now, on to the story!


April gulped as the whole marketplace seemed to glare at her and her friends. She was kinda pissed that that crystal had been so fragile. She had barely dropped it and it shattered in a thousand pieces. She was even more angry at the turtles for causing so much havoc on purpose.

“You know we don’t have any money. Why did you eat some guy’s food?” she hissed.

Michelangelo scratched his neck self consciously with a chuckle. “It was space pizza, April. How could I possibly pass on that?”

“It wasn’t space pizza! It was some kind of alien species!” She yelled, slightly horrified that her friend had eaten something alive.

Hearing the other boys laugh at their flustered orange bandanaed sibling, she whirled to face them. “What are you guys laughing at?” she asked with a dark glare, instantly shutting them up. “You decapitated a robot back there. He could have been sentient. Like the one that saved our butts. Remember that one?”

“Actually, the Fugitoid is more of a cyborg than a robot. Remember that he has a brain...” Donatello started before the full fury of the redhead’s frown fell on him. “Errrr… Nevermind,” he wisely finished.

April took a deep breath. She was mad at her companions, of course, but she was mostly mad at herself. The boys were always rambunctious. It was one of the main reason that she enjoyed hanging out with them so much after all. That, plus the fact that they had a second chance to save the earth had everyone acting hyperactive, herself included.

As the group bickered, a large alien with tentacles for arms separated himself from the crowd. “Are you gonna pay for what you broke and stole or do we Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

LAAP Park
by Regis


"C'mon, silly!" Kerrie said, pulling me up the last few of over a hundred steps, well above the structure where the audience eagerly awaited at the bottom of the water slide. I don't know why I was nervous, although being buck naked except for the spike heels provided by the Park was not usual for me. That’s the kind of park it was; everyone parked his or her clothes at the entrance. We all got a crazy upper as we entered, and the guys also got a blue pill to bring on a sustained woodie. It made it easier for everybody to play wild.

Kerrie was a recruiter for the Park, known as LAAP, which was short for Libido Amusement & Amazement Park. I’d met her just an hour ago at the bar where I worked as a topless waitress. Several taverns and bars in town had a back room where 13-year-old girls wearing only open-crotch panties and heels served drinks. We weren’t allowed to date clients, but they could tuck folded tips into our cunnies. That was instead of pay. The customers liked that, and I did real well.

She met me as I was going off an early shift, when I’d got into my blouse, jeans and sneakers. She said I was very pretty, and I’d love this amazing new park, where sexy girls like me were allowed in free. Kerrie was older than me, probably in grade 10 or 11. She promised whatever happened in the Park was kept secret, so it was okay to be nude. All the girls went nude, and when we got in I saw the guys did too. Staff members got a short t-shirt to identify them. Kerrie wore only heels, and a tight t-shirt with “The Park” across her impressive natural breasts, and “Staff” on the back. Otherwise she too was nude. She even pulled the neck of the low-cut t-shirt down below her tits, making them stick up, so I’d feel less self-conscious.

The Park was in the open air, inside a 16 foot wall, with several specific purpose buildings throughout, for different amusements, and had a midway where girls earned points by enduring sexually punishing games that always drew crowds. The sound of the midway was the screams of girls being hit by whips or darts or worse. That was not my style, and Kerrie knew it. Only high school girls were taken there. She said the rides were best, and assured me I’d love the water slide. The building into which it dropped through a dark Plexiglas roof seated a hundred onlookers, who could see me preparing at the top of the tower, but the tinted glass prevented me seeing iPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

While I am trying to get back into writing, I thought I'd let y'all see some short stories. Let me know what you think c:

First time actually posting something... Enjoy!

Sirens' Last Song=

Chapter 1: The Last Dazzle

After a month of that song being on top, I'm sick of listening to this no-good hack and her cronies stealing my crowds.... but it would be a crime to just waste her gorgeous body. And since she's the leader, she can go first. Getting her alone was first part, and luckily, it wasn’t the least bit difficult. I found her trying to “sing” alone in an alley close by.

With the element of surprise on my side, I quickly was able to chloroform her without a struggle. I picked her up and brought her to my empty warehouse to enact my revenge. Once there, I strip her carefully, sit her in a chair by a bed, bind her arms and legs with heavy duty rope, duct tape her mouth, and wait for her to wake just out of sight.

I watched her wake and panic. I let her fret for a bit before revealing myself. Her eyes first narrow as she recognizes me, when widen as she sees the knife in my hand. I walk towards her slowly and as intimidating as possible. When I reach her, I give her my ultimatum.

“Your mouth opens, You die. Understand, Adagio.” It wasn’t a question.

I ripped the tape off her mouth quickly. She doesn't make a sound. Good, I thought. Don't want this to be over too quickly. I shallowly cut her along each thigh once, twice, finally a third time. She whimpers, but her mouth doesn't open, so I move to her midriff. A single cut there and she screams.

Bingo.

Before she can realize her mistake, I hilt her face hard. I pounded her face until I hear her choke on my cock, then I pull out. I grab the back of her head and pull it so I can look her in the eyes.

“Now, I take your pride and joy.” I said.

I slit her lovely little throat and watch the light leave her eyes. After I’m sure she’s dead, I untie her and move her to the bed so can enjoy her more thoroughly. I insert my dick into her virgin pussy and start thrusting slowly. As I fuck her corpse, a thought comes to me.

This is a nice fuck. I wonder if the boys at the Mirror Pool can make me a subservient clone of this bitch and her goons. But first, I finish inside and finish cutting her head off.

I gotta finish the set.

This is a prompt thread based on the kill-the-above games in RP. Instead of you playing the roles of characters as if you were in the story, you will simply be writing stories with the characters mentioned.

As this isn't an RP, you do not have to respond to the previous post with a story before posting your own prompt. In fact, you should post your story in another thread or off-site; however, you should link to the story so other people can know that the prompt was already used.

For appearance, outfit, and weapons in the template you may link to images or write a description. I don't see any rules regarding links to images of real people, but if you do use one, make sure they're 18+; however, if we're told by a mod or admin to stop linking to real pictures we should stop. If they tell us to stop linking images entirely then ignore this paragraph. The outfit and weapons description/image obviously doesn't have to agree with the appearance image.

Here's the templates;

Victims

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Outfit:
Personality: (Optional)

Killers

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Outfit:
Weapons/Powers: (Optional) (
Personality: (Optional)
Preference: (Optional) (How does your killer prefer to kill?)

Scenes

Unnamed Characters: (Optional)
Location: (Optional)
Scenario: (Optional)

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You can just post a victim, multiple victims, a killer, a killer and victim, or any other combination. The authors can create their own killers or victims if one isn't provided.

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Here's the first

Name: Holly Black
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Fair skin, short wavy red hair, slender, busty.
Outfit: Tight bra and underwear.
Personality: Strong, confident, calm, ambitious, and intelligent.

Name: Heather Alford
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance: Light-brown skin, short curly brown hair, athletic, small breasts.
Outfit: Tight bra and underwear.
Personality: Strong, sympathetic and loyal towards friends, aggressive to those she dislikes, brutally honest, overtly confident, and intelligent. She has a crush on Jana Zhang, and is extremely overprotective of her.

Name: Jana Zhang
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance: Dark-skinned Asian, medium-length hair dyed green and pink, athletic, and medium-sized breasts.
Outfit: Tight bra and underwear.
Personality: Extremely shy around strangePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Tags: unspecified/f, watersports, non-con, slice of life

This story picks up one Thursday in May. It was just after dinner, before dessert.

It'd been about six hours since I last checked on her, the girl that lives in the basement. I shut the blinds in the kitchen and headed down to her home.

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Only a nightlight cast its faint glow into the darkness. I flicked a switch to turn on some old fluorescent lights in the ceiling. The noises and light elicited a tiny squeak from over where she stood, on the right side of the room. There she was.

She was exactly where I saw her last, with her childish figure against the wall, facing it. She had been standing there, nude, occupying that same spot for the majority of the past four days. I locked the door behind me and made my way down the stairs.

She couldn't move from the position I left her in when I last visited, during my lunch break. A tube with a clip on the end was tied to a hook above her head. The tube extended down, between her legs, and into her urethra. Inside, a balloon kept the end from slipping out. She could not sit or lie down---with any deviation from standing, and the balloon and tube would uncomfortably pull and chafe her crotch. A pair of handcuffs on her thin wrists locked her arms behind her back. She could not reach around herself to tamper with the catheter apparatus or to soothe her aching genitals.

She pressed her knees against each other and leaned them painfully against the hard concrete wall of the basement. Her feet hurt even worse. She curled her toes and stood on the outer edges of her feet, temporarily to let the other areas of her soles rest. She kept her head down, with her forehead touching the wall. Droplets of cold sweat had formed on her back from stress.

As I came in, she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. She squinted from the jarring brightness. Her pupils shrank down to adjust, after which she opened her eyes to look at me again. She looked sad. I don't think she'd given up hope that her parents will show up and take her home.

Some of her hair was stuck messily to her face from the sweat. She was breathing heavily through her nose. A shiny metal ring in her mouth forced her jaw open, and a heavy leathery patch covered her mouth. This kept her from potentially disturbing the neighbors in case she cried out. A strap that looped behind her head held both of these implements secPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Brian Jurk had enough. Sally Bech (7 months pregnant and just a week away from turning 18), and her younger sister, 13-year-old Suzie, pushed him too far when they tattled on him to 23-y.o. Ms. Buht. She was generally sweet and in her first year of teaching, but didn't want to be seen as a pushover so gave him detention.


He had a shotgun his older friend legally gifted him. He put his smartphone in his shirt pocket and hiked a mile to Sally's house, knowing where it was because he picked his friend up from there several times, often hearing him complain about how he didn't want a kid and was worried Sally poked holes in the condoms she kept.

Her parents were at work and she was home alone. He opened the back door and crept quietly in. He heard music from the bathroom and as he got closer, her moaning in the bathtub. Her belly floated above her, her eyes were closed, and her feet rested high on the windowsill. The water covered her ears and reached her deep red lips.

He moved silently toward her, slowly raised his gun, aimed right at her pussy being palmed, and took a long but quiet breath. She moved her hand up and down, side to side, circling her womanhood as she played with her boobies and lips with her other hand. She lowered her feet into the water and arched her pussy into the air, unwittingly making a glaring target for his slug, and moved her fingers in and out, eventually inserting her thumb into her asshole and pinching herself deeply, using her pink on her clit and her other 2 fingers deeper.

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Her eyes went wide and she made no noise; she then felt overwhelming pain and splashed wildly, holding her pained right arm up to her face and seeing her right hand had been blown off. She quickly gasped and screamed in pain, thrashing in the water. Suddenly seeing Brian in there with there with her, she stretched her arms out, one a bloody cracked stump where her wrist used to be, and begged "NO PLEASE BRIAN I'M SO SORR-" He stomped on her chest, holding her with all his might beneath the water. Bubbles flew up from her shocked face and she tried to get him off, her left arm grasping his leg and pulling as hard as she could, then punching his knee. Her right leg was entirely useless and in immense pain, more than even her arm but not as much as her pelvis. Her right arm, just a bloody stump flailing away and pushing at his leg, was as effective, and her left leg scrambled in the air as she tried tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Crawling forward eagerly on all fours His obedient cuntnun wriggles whorishly to His boot, brainlessly prostrating as she simpers in sluttish slavery beneath Him, her adoring eyes gazing up at the glorious Lord as she lewdly rubs her tongue along side his boot. "Praise Him, worship Him, obey Him, forever." His fanatically fawning fuckpuppet coo's as her drooling, painted lips press an adoring kiss against His shoe, her reverent gaze turned up towards the almighty Lord above her. Astride His dread throne above her, the dominant Lord pays the pathetic cunt little mind, one of many crowding at the feet of His dread avatar, the abhorrent throne crafted of the cuntmeat of many young sluts, each sexualized remnant squirming to serve the supreme Lord. The chapel resounds with the slavishly chanted prayers unto the Lord of Doom, His power absolute, granting both the mercy of continued life in service to Him, and death in blessed sacrifice unto Him, at His mere whim.*