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 No.9190[Reply]

They had opted for a night in, Felicity was under the moon’s haunting influence and Mimi just wanted to relax in her pale pink fleecy pyjamas; they put on Dog Soldiers and Mimi sat with her feet up on the coffee table with Felicity curled up in her humanoid wolf form, resting her head and forearms on Mimi’s lap and dozing off as the film played.
As the film grew bloodier, Mimi felt her cheeks grow hot and a stirring of warmth in her groin, causing her to squirm in her seat, even when a soldier on the screen turned on the jeep headlights and startled at what he saw. She bit her lip to stifle a soft little whimper of excitement when it showed the werewolf and their victim, blood all over his mauled face, a clawed hand almost seductively turning his head before tearing into his throat and decapitating him. Her fingers tightened in light, tawny fur as the scene progressed, trembling at the hissing growl of the werewolf’s breathing on screen. She felt her lover stir, lifting her large, canid head from her lap to look up at her, all too aware of how painfully arousing Mimi found bright blood spattering on a windshield, and then pouring from the car as the other soldiers opened the door to a wolf gorging itself on the driver’s guts.
She heard a feral sounding growl and gasped, looking down at Felicity, the tawny lycan was looking up at her with golden eyes, teeth bared as she lifted her body up and started to move over her, “Oh no,” Mimi whispered, touching a hand to her chest lightly in feigned shock, “Felicity? My love, what has come over you?” her acting was bad on purpose, the corners of her lightly painted lips twitching as she tried not to smile. Felicity snarled and pressed a hand-like paw to Mimi’s chest, the span of those long, clawed paws was impressive, pushing between her small breasts and guiding her onto her back, ever so gentle even as they played this familiar, bestial game. “Felicity, please! Control yourself! You’re going to hurt me!” she wasn’t winning the fight against her own smile now, lying back and pressing her hands to Felicity’s chest, pushing at her with no real gusto, cheeks as pink as her hair as Felicity began to nuzzle and nip at her neck, growling all the while. She continued to play scared amid her giggling, soft fur tickling her in all the right spots as Felicity nipped down to the neck of her thick fluffy top, though she was achingly hard, tenting her pastel plaid shorts where Felicity had settled between her legs.
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 No.9191

from trashbab.tumblr.com

 No.9193

...Paragraphs.

 No.9213

For the love of god, formatting. This could have been hot if it was readable.

 No.9214

some better formatting
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 No.9211[Reply]

Alice was walking down the street, she had been at school working late and it was 6:30pm by the time she left.

The neighborhood was safe no crimes were committed in years so Alice wasn’t worried about walking home by herself.

As she was walking down the street she felt like she was being followed, so she stopped walking and looked around. She didn’t see anything and dismissed it as her imagination. As she continued to walk she saw a shadow in the corner of her eye but before she could turn to see what it was a cloth covered her mouth and nose, her eyelids became heavy and she closed her eyes.






























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The first thing that hit her senses was the distinct smell of a hospital, like the sterilized air. Then the cold hit her, she was completely naked on a metal operating table. She tried to sit up only to realize that her arms and legs were strapped down to the table.

She looked around her heart rate was increasing as signaled by the EKG machine. She saw medical supplies and chemicals around the room, but strangely in the corner of the room was some mechanical parts and a computer. She was broken from her thoughts as a the door opened with a silhouette in the door. The figure reached next to the door turning on the rest of the lights in the room.

As the lights turned on she saw the figure, it was clearly a man but his face was covered by full face mirrored safety mask. He reached to a cart picking up a apron and putting it on. As he continued into the room she found her voice and asked who he was, she received no answer. He walked up to a sink and started to wash his gloves, and again she asked what he was doing and he stayed silent.

She was getting even more scared now, she started to pull at her restraints with no effect. As she kept pulling the man turned towards her and began to walk. In her panic she did not notice the man walking towards her, as he approached he picked up one of the scalpels on a cart.

She stopped squirming when the man’s hand touched her stomach, she looked into the blank facemask of the man in fear. Then she felt a cold prick on her stomach, she looked down and saw the scalpel cutting the skin and fat from the base of her sternum to the pelvis. She did not scream, most likely out of disbelief than being brave. He continued the procedure, he moved back up to the top of the Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.9173[Reply]

Sorry for bad English.

Sakura looked at her right shoulder, and down her arm which ended at a little below her elbow. She had removed the bandages first time by herself mere minutes ago so she was occupied with inspecting her fresh stump. It was well shaped thanks to the doctor's care and had a kind of soft relatively rounded tip rather than a long thin one and the stitch marks run across it. It didn't hurt much when she moved it though it did a little when she stroked it with her remaining hand and pressed maybe a bit too hard, but all in all her stump was almost completely healed. Maybe she could even start using it practically, like holding objects with it, but for now Sakura was content in moving her elbow joint to wear off the feeling of stiffness. Well, it is a good thing the hospital had provided her with self adhesive eye patches for her lost eye, or she would be having quite a lot of trouble putting on a strapped one with one hand. After a while of massaging her residual limb she finally stood up from her bed and threw away all the used bandages that were lying on it, and she put her shirt back on with a little more effort than usual.

What to do now... she wondered silently. Well, now that I got out of the hospital for good I do have a lot of free time on my uh, hand. Before she contemplated her problem any further she remembered that she needed to pick up some lunch for her and check on how Shizune was going with her own injuries. She put on her apron skirt over her black shorts and headed for the mirror on her bed's side. She carefully put on one of her black sticky patches on the empty socket of her left eye, almost trying to help the process with her arm stump unconsciously a bit to her annoyance. The socket itself had healed up really good without scarring and after she finally put on the small black eye patch she concluded that it did not look as bad on her as she thought it would. She put some cash in her pocket and headed for the door, she was already wearing her black leg warmers since she came in the morning but instead of her usual boot-heeled black shoes she slipped on a pair of light thong sandals just for the ease of putting them on without much effort.

 No.9185

ooh, this definitely has potential! hoping to learn more about Sakura, I picture her as a young teen, I don't really have an amputee fetish, but disabled young women, that bit of helplessness is just cute <3

 No.9187

Great so far, looking forward to more!

 No.9188

Which "Sakura" is this? The one from 'Cardcaptor Sakura'? From 'Fate/stay night'? From 'Naruto'? From another anime?

 No.9192

Yes, and also Shizune (a la Katawa Shoujo) - are the names coincidental or are these characters based on existing characters?

 No.9205

OP here.
For starters, the character is Sakura from Naruto. Now, this is just a test run of mine so to speak, one that I have written a long time ago and posted in the old gurochan. I am not sure if I will continue it, I will probably post other works in the same vein as this. Thanks for the replies.



 No.6530[Reply]

Lami Pi Productions
by Regis, inspired by “Kidfight Club” by Midwych


Warning: In addition to all of the other sexual violence, realistic scatological descriptions and pornographic smut, this story contains racial epithets, designed not to offend sensitive readers any more than other content of the story will certainly do, but to provide an accurate atmosphere consistent with that in which the protagonist found himself.



CHAPTER 1 – Building a Concept


Jackson Avery was a winner, and was always expanding the diversity of profitable enterprises, some of them not listed on his corporate portfolio. He did not come to the decision to get into the private nude cunt-fight business without having a thorough knowledge of what he was getting into. He had no idea where it would lead him, or that he would soon be the producer of extremely violent competitions between apparently innocent little girls.

He always gave his valued customers whatever they requested, and they paid him handsomely for satisfying the most bizarre requests. Jackson was in every regard an entrepreneur’s entrepreneur, who knew how to make any opportunity into a paying venture, and never initiated an enterprise without first doing his due diligence.

At the time he formed his concept for his new business, he had no idea of the very young age of the competitors he would feature in naked girl-fights, nor for how far he would allow their battles to go, for the thrill of the gamblers. He always developed a comprehensive background on whatever industry he was about to engage in, particularly one so perilous, due to its highly questionable legality.

He was in the transportation business, specializing in container transport, with a burgeoning international business. His company was known for transporting everything from electronics to large appliances to bulk goods, to the secret movement of contraband. Everything his company moved was transported by container. It was the modern way.

The firm's excellent reputation was for the secure movement of goods and for prompt delivery, from and to anywhere in the world his clients required. He owned a fleet of transport trucks on every continent to get product and commodities to port, and a fleet of container ships to move goods between continents.

Show business was new to him, but he had a flare for taking on new projects and making them successful. He was always watching forPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.8521

Absolutely stunning. Thope ther is plenty more to come. Will post any suggestions or ideas.
Thanks

 No.8522

Absolutely stunning. Thope ther is plenty more to come. Will post any suggestions or ideas.
Thanks

 No.8523

Again, I'm not sure when the next will be ready for posting, but there has been plenty of expansion through the text posted here, and if anyone would like a look at the current state of the story, PM me on dolcettish.com. Thanks for the feedback!

 No.9159

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 No.9171

I can e-mail you only with an address. PM me on dolcettish.



 No.9165[Reply]

Terra woke up to the sound of crunching leaves beneath her skin. Her eyes opened wide, startled as she looked around and saw an unfamiliar forest surrounding her while the dawn sun peeked up from beyond the trees, she was completely naked from head to toe. Her arm went across her chests to quickly cover herself in case someone saw her but nobody was around. Her body was sticky from a slight sweat. As she held herself up, she tried to recall what happened last night - running through her memories of going to the bar with her friends for her 25th birthday. They joked around and got drunk, one by one they left to go home. She remembered being alone for the last hour. Nothing strange happened and nothing memorable happened on her way home. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember going home. She had started heading out and one last person bought her a drink. it was a woman, a short lanky geeky looking gal with round glasses and a slight southern drawl. She took a sip and the rest...

"Anyone here?" Terra called out nervously. Over and over she kept trying to think past that sip she took in hopes of some rational explanation for what happened. As her mind kept drawing blanks and reality set in, her stomach started to churn, her heart began pounding relentlessly. An ominous feeling washed over her in a chilling wave going down her body - it felt like the world started falling apart under her shaky legs, causing her breaths to quiver and escalate around that hammering in her chest and against her arm. The feeling of utter terror from the realization that a stranger stripped and left her there - that she was vulnerable, naked and helpless and probably wasn't alone. The unwanted explanation for what happened slowly setting in forced her to move anywhere but there in the open.

Without anywhere looking any safer, she started running towards the trees nearest to her away from this wide open and exposed grassy space to the comfort and cover of the forest, sitting between a bush and a tree so that she could stop her head from spinning and wonder where she was and why, what might have happened to her. Despite the lush green scenery she noticed that it was oddly quiet. not a single animal to be seen, not even your usual squirrel or bird in this seemingly endless forest. It didn't help her mind stop racing at all. It all seemed to look the same and there were no mountains or distinct features to be seen beyond the tall redwood trees and dense bushes.
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 No.9128[Reply]

Milkmaids

by

Htabdoolb

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1 - Training

"Wow." Holly breathed.

"Aha, that was my first reaction too." Natalie said.

The space they had just entered was quite large, warmly lit, and a very comfortable temperature. What had impressed Holly, however, was what room 402 contained: men. There were at least fifty of them, all nude, restrained, and bent over, bound securely to sturdy yet graceful steel frames mounted in rows along the floor.

"It's a pretty impressive sight, isn't it?" Natalie said, smiling back at Holly as she led the way into the room.

"How many are there?" Holly asked, as they moved between the first two rows of males.

"Sixty, if every horse is full, which they usually will be." Natalie replied.

"Horse?" Holly asked, quirking an eyebrow up at the term.

"The frames they're strapped too." Natalie explained. "I think it's short for sawhorse, or something. I guess that's what the original frames looked like, even if they've come a long way since then."

They slowly walked along the rows for a few moments. Natalie watched Holly, with an expression of amusement on her features, as the girl gawked at all the raw maleness on display before them.

"So, I've got to milk each one of them, every day?" Holly asked, as the two women reached the end of the room and turned to look at the bound men from the back side.

"Several times each day, actually." Natalie replied.

"R-really?" Holly stammered in surprise, before gulping and looking around, somewhat stunned.

Natalie laughed, not unkindly, at the overwhelmed expression on her new coworker's face.

"Relax, it isn't nearly as tough a job as you're imagining. It actually goes pretty smoothly and easily once you get the hang of it." Natalie said, reassuringly.

Holly followed Natalie back to the front of the room. Once there, Natalie pulled a tablet from its charging station mounted on the wall next to the door.

"Ideally, you will be able to milk each male every two hours, which means that you have about two minutes per male." Natalie said.

"Now, you will not be expected to perform at that level at first, but once you've gotten a couple of weeks worth of experience, you shouldn't have too much trouble hitting your quotas." she continued.

"Since today is your training day, I'll be helping you along and answering any questions you have that come up. We'll be getting rigPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.9132

5 - The Red Line

When she went to drop off her next full milk jug, Holly discovered that the jugs that she and Natalie had filled earlier in the day had been removed from the refrigerator.

"Our jugs were gone." Holly commented to Natalie, as they started their third and final break.

"Yep, they usually get collected once or twice a shift." Natalie replied.

"What do they do with all the stuff?" Holly asked.

"Oh, all sorts of things." Natalie replied, waving her hand vaguely. "Food additives, cosmetics, stuff like that."

"I think there are even a few kinds of medications that are based on it, at least in part." she said. "But the big one is food additives. That's where most of it ends up."

"What kinds of foods?" Holly asked. "I don't think I've ever noticed it in anything I've bought."

"Well, I guess that it's kind of like sugar. That is, they stick a little bit of it in practically everything." Natalie explained. "If you look down far enough in the ingredient list, you'll see it eventually."

"Anyway, you need to take a look at this tablet." Natalie said, handing the device to her coworker. "Here."

"It defaults to a graph of the day's production." she continued. "That line there is the volume per minute of semen that we've been milking out of the guys. See how it trends upward as the day went by? That's because you've been getting better and better at efficiently milking them."

"If you hit the menu button, you'll see icons for a bunch of other graphs." Natalie said. "They track pretty much everything. The important ones, for now, anyway, are the individual charts of each man's daily production totals."

"This is pretty neat." Holly said, flipping through the charts. "So much information!"

"Yeah, they're a great way to keep track of each guy's performance, as well as our own." Natalie replied.

"Hmm. They all kind of look the same. At least, the general shape of the line curve, anyway." Holly mused, peering at the tablet's screen.

"That's one of the side effects of the acceleration injection I told you about earlier." Natalie said. "It really boosts their production, for a while, at least, but then their totals slowly start to decline."

"Why's that?" Holly asked, looking back up at Natalie.

"Have you ever heard that expression about candles? You know, the one about how the candle flame that burns brightest also burns shortest? It's the same basiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9133

6 - Package for You

It was nearly the end of Holly's first day as a milk maid. Both she and Natalie had filled, capped, and stored their last jugs of semen, and there was only about ten minutes left before their shift ended.

Holly followed Natalie as the woman grabbed an odd device from the top of the equipment shelf, then they moved to stand behind the large fellow that apparently needed to be replaced.

"This is a trimmer." Natalie said, showing the hand-held machine to Holly.

It was made mostly of white plastic, with a thick, round handle; a set of sturdy, slotted jaws that formed a moderately large circle when closed; and an unlit, dark green LED button at the top of the outer edge of the handle.

"It has a replaceable clip, which you can access at the bottom of the handle." Natalie instructed.

She released a catch with her free hand, and a cylindrical object slid smoothly out of the handle.

"The clip holds the bands that the trimmer needs to keep the process tidy." Natalie continued.

Holly took the cylinder from Natalie and peered at it closely. While it was mostly empty, there were a few sets of bands still ready at the bottom of the clip. The bands looked like some sort of strange cross between a heavy duty rubber band and a zip-tie.

"This clip is nearly empty, but there are plenty of replacements on the top equipment shelf." Natalie said, as she slid the clip back into the trimmer.

"First, you'll want to make sure the guy you're going to be trimming is nice and erect, and that his testicles are loose and relaxed." Natalie said. "You might need to use your mouth on them, because they often seem to know when they're about to be trimmed, which usually makes them a little tense."

Natalie bent down and sucked the man's balls, which were riding high and tight, into her mouth. As she suckled gently on his testicles, she also caressed his mostly flaccid member with her free hand. After a few moments of this treatment, his manhood responded instinctively, with his cock swelling mightily and his ball-sack relaxing into soft pendulousness.

"There we go, good boy." Natalie murmured to the man as she pulled back and ceased her efforts.

"Now, just take hold of him, like this." Natalie said. "Then slip the trimmer around the base of his genitals."

She demonstrated by taking a firm grip all the way around the male's cock and balls, pulling them away from his body slightPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9134

7 - Dichotomy

Perhaps the worst part about getting his manhood cut off was the fact that he had known it was coming.

He had known for months, in fact. It wasn't hard to connect the dots when you had literally nothing else to think about all day. He had watched, with mounting dread, as all the men who had arrived before him had been dragged off, cockless and ball-free, by ones and twos, every few days.

Finally, he was the oldest one in his room, and he knew his time would come soon.

What he hadn't anticipated, however, was getting to hear his usual milkmaid describe his impending nullification to the new milkmaid. It was a special kind of horror, listening to them chat about cutting off a rather important piece of him in completely casual terms, as if they were just about to trim his hair, and being able to do nothing at all about it.

The fact that the girl who was about to remove his manhood had been, just a few hours earlier, eagerly stroking him to orgasm, only added salt and vinegar to the wound.

The bands that cinched around the base of his cock and balls, vise tight, inflicted upon him the worst pain he had ever felt in his entire life. He thought his agony could grow no worse, until, a few moments later, the girl had activated the blade that severed his sexual organs from him completely.

There were no words that could describe his pain after that, and the gut wrenching tide of it simply refused to abate in the slightest. It drove virtually all thought from his mind, and the last thing he remembered seeing, before he passed out, was the new girl, smiling and happy, walking out of the milking room with his manhood held casually in her small, soft hands.

He was aware of very little over the next hour or so, and only really regained some semblance of his senses when he felt himself be half carried and half dragged down a ramp and dropped, unceremoniously and with no regard for his injury, on rough, tufted grass.

He felt his plug get pulled, and his bladder valve released. A few moments later, he heard several loud clangs, as the loading ramp was raised, a heavy gate was closed, and two vehicle doors slammed shut. A large truck rumbled to life, then drove away, leaving him, wherever he was, completely alone.

Alone, except for the two dozen or so other men scattered around him, all of who were on the ground, like him, hunched over and clutching their mutilated groins.

As he took iPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9135

8 - Epilogue

If it hadn't been for Emily, Holly would have been late for her second day of work as a milkmaid, which would probably not have impressed her employers much.

Natalie, who's next shift was not scheduled to start for another twelve hours, got to sleep in, which made Holly very jealous. Both Emily and Holly had awakened late, and had time for only a brief, cleansing splash of a shower together before they had to dash, quite literally, to work.

Panting, Holly had arrived at her room, 402, with just moments to spare.

The large male she and Natalie had trimmed the day before had been replaced; a new man was bound in his former position at the second horse in the first row.

Holly looked around the room for a few moments, taking in the view of all the men, securely bound, awaiting her touch.

Her men.

Holly shucked off her clothes, stripping completely nude. After the previous night, she thought that she would probably never have any hang-ups about nudity ever again.

She stepped over to the tablet by the door, removing it from its charger and waking it up. Quickly, she flipped through each man's chart, scanning them closely for what she wanted.

Holly found it near the middle of the stack: the man who now had the lowest daily total production numbers. She traced the line of his chart with her finger, estimating when he might fall below the red line.

Next week. Perhaps as early as the end of this week, but more probably next week, Holly thought. She looked up from the tablet, finding his location within the room.

A moment later, she stood behind him, eyeing his dangling manhood critically. It was smaller, much smaller, than the set she had so enjoyed the previous evening.

But still, the cock and balls before her looked tasty, and her empty stomach rumbled at the sight of them. Recalling Natalie's advice the previous day, Holly knelt down behind the man, ducked her head low, and took his member in her hand. She angled the stiffening penis back towards her open mouth, and began to vigorously stroke it.

She might not be able to have his meat on her plate until next week, but that didn't mean Holly couldn't get a preview on how he might taste right now. Her tummy rumbled again, in approval of the idea, it seemed, and her mouth began to water in anticipation.

"Come on, boy. Give me everything you've got." she whispered, as the man began to moan and writhe. "I'm hPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9164

I'm a bit confused as to why someone felt the need to repost this, as I had already posted this story here on gurochan.

Is there anywhere else it was reposted? I'm not particularly angry or irritated that it was, I'm just curious. I'm also a little flattered that someone thought it was worth reposting at all, ha ha.



 No.9056[Reply]

Milkmaids

1 - Training

	
"Wow." Holly breathed.

	
"Aha, That was my first reaction too." Natalie said.

	
The space they had just entered was quite large, warmly lit, and a very comfortable temperature. What had impressed Holly, however, was what room 402 contained: men. There were at least fifty of them, all nude, restrained, and bent over, bound securely to sturdy yet graceful steel frames mounted in rows along the floor.

	
"It's a pretty impressive sight, isn't it?" Natalie said, smiling back at Holly as she led the way into the room.

	
"How many are there?" Holly asked, as they moved between the first two rows of males.

	
"Sixty, if every horse is full, which they usually will be." Natalie replied.

	
"Horse?" Holly asked, quirking an eyebrow up at the term.

	
"The frames they're strapped too." Natalie explained. "I think it's short for sawhorse, or something. I guess that's what the original frames looked like, even if they've come a long way since then."

	
They slowly walked along the rows for a few moments. Natalie watched Holly, with an expression of amusement on her features, as the girl gawked at all the raw maleness on display before them.

	
"So, I've got to milk each one of them, every day?" Holly asked, as the two women reached the end of the room and turned to look at the bound men from the back side.

	
"Several times each day, actually." Natalie replied.

	
"R-really?" Holly stammered in surprise, before gulping and looking around, somewhat stunned.

	
Natalie laughed, not unkindly, at the overwhelmed expression on her new coworker's face.

	
"Relax, it isn't nearly as tough a job as you're imagining. It actually goes pretty smoothly and easily once you get the hang of it." Natalie said, reassuringly.

	
Holly followed Natalie back to the front of the room. Once there, Natalie pulled a tablet from its charging station mounted on the wall next to the door.

	
"Ideally, you will be able to milk each male every two hours, which means that you have about two minutes per male." Natalie said.

	
"Now, you will not be expected to perform at that level at first, but once you've gotten a couple of weePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9057

6 - Package for You

	
It was nearly the end of Holly's first day as a milk maid. Both she and Natalie had filled, capped, and stored their last jugs of semen, and there was only about ten minutes left before their shift ended.

	
Holly followed Natalie as the woman grabbed an odd device from the top of the equipment shelf, then they moved to stand behind the large fellow that apparently needed to be replaced.

	
"This is a trimmer." Natalie said, showing the hand-held machine to Holly.

	
It was made mostly of white plastic, with a thick, round handle; a set of sturdy, slotted jaws that formed a moderately large circle when closed; and an unlit, dark green LED button at the top of the outer edge of the handle.

	
"It has a replaceable clip, which you can access at the bottom of the handle." Natalie instructed.

	
She released a catch with her free hand, and a cylindrical object slid smoothly out of the handle.

	
"The clip holds the bands that the trimmer needs to keep the process tidy." Natalie continued.

	
Holly took the cylinder from Natalie and peered at it closely. While it was mostly empty, there were a few sets of bands still ready at the bottom of the clip. The bands looked like some sort of strange cross between a heavy duty rubber band and a zip-tie.

	
"This clip is nearly empty, but there are plenty of replacements on the top equipment shelf." Natalie said, as she slid the clip back into the trimmer.

	
"First, you'll want to make sure the guy you're going to be trimming is nice and erect, and that his testicles are loose and relaxed." Natalie said. "You might need to use your mouth on them, because they often seem to know when they're about to be trimmed, which usually makes them a little tense."

	
Natalie bent down and sucked the man's balls, which were riding high and tight, into her mouth. As she suckled gently on his testicles, she also caressed his mostly flaccid member with her free hand. After a few moments of this treatment, his manhood responded instinctively, with his cock swelling mightily and his ball-sack relaxing into soft pendulousness.

	
"There we go, good boy." Natalie murmured to the man as she pulled back and ceased her efforts.

	
"Now, just take hold of him, like Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9089

Awesome! I'd prefer if they were boys, 10-13 years old though, so i pretended :3

 No.9096

Finally! a Guro story that has men as the victims. And not little boys. No offence to those that like to read that sort of thing, I just prefer adults.

That and I doubt little boys would give as much substance as the men would.

 No.9106

>>9089
>>9096

I'm glad you both were able to enjoy it. I do try to leave ages non-specific, so someone with a specific age preference can project what they most like onto the characters.

>>9089

You could copy/paste the text into a text editor, then search/replace the terms 'man' and 'men' with 'boy' and 'boys'. It would probably only take a minute or two, and it might help you enjoy the story more.



 No.9099[Reply]

Avatar: End of Korra

Avatar Korra sat up from her spot under the tree, stretching herself awake as she breathed in the fresh air. sighing happily, the Avatar turned to look at her peacefully sleeping girlfriend, she still could barely believe that Asami Sato had chosen to be with her. as she looked down at Asami, she admired her girlfriends naked body; not quite as muscular as Korra, but lithe, taller, curvier. Korra ran her fingers through her lover's hair as she recalled the prior night, hours spent in the serene spirit world consummating their love.
 
so caught up in her bliss, Korra didn't notice the two massive spirits approaching the tree until their giant shadows covered her and Asami. before she could react to the sudden presence, the larger of the two grabbed the naked avatar by the arms and hauled her above its head; while the other snatched Asami, shocked awake by Korra's startled scream, pining the young woman beneath itself. the two spirits had found themselves aroused by the nude lesbian couple, and began experiencing feelings of lust that they had not felt in centuries; now they needed to satiate those desires, regardless of the damage they caused to the girls in the process.
 
the spirits were being driven solely by lust, but they weren't stupid; they recognized the Avatar tattoo on Korra's back, they needed to get her bending out of the way if they wanted to have their fun with her. the large spirit yanked sharply on the tan skinned girl's arms, pulling them out of their sockets and drawing a scream from Korra. the spirit continued to pull, straining Korra's muscular arms to their breaking point, before tearing them messily from her body. Asami screamed in horror as her girlfriend was violently dismembered before her eyes; she had expected the spirit world to be peaceful, that they would have finally escaped the violence.
 
tears streamed down the Avatars bloodied face as the spirit turned her to face it, why wasn't she allowed to be happy? she was barely conscious from the pain when a massive penis formed on the spirit, and it began to line its tip up with her cunt. with a roar, the spirit slammed the avatar down onto its cock, tearing through her vagina and entering her guts. the spirit dick almost filled her insides entirely, smashing her heart and lungs against her ribcage and showing its massive outline through the avatars taught abs. the massive insertion woke Korra up completely, and with the near destructiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9100

Interesting idea, always love Korrasami :)

Tiny nitpick, if Korra died, the next Avatar would be born basically immediately, to the point where in one episode the previous would hear the next baby cry as the old one died

 No.9102

aghh this is what I get for writing until 6 am.
thanks for the feedback, and thanks for letting me know!

 No.9103

Your fic is awesome...

And you are invited to a guro based Discord

https://discordapp.com/invite/RtDKcgG

It is a community for artists and fans to share and Enjoy eachother.



 No.7829[Reply]

After many wars, humankind dispersed into the stars, some more peacefully than others. A few of their groups survived, some more comfortably than others. Eventually they unlocked the deepest secrets of the universe.

Time-travel led to wars unlike any seen before. Entire lineages prevented to undo mild inconveniences. Paradoxes that brought both morality and reality into question. Genocides to assure tyrants that their mistakes simply never occurred.

Eventually entire universes could be created, first simple and random ones initially filled with thermal, electric, and kinetic energy and simple elements, but eventually complex dimensions that were crystaline or mechanical and even galaxy-sized computers in inter-dimensional sub-space.

Once humans were capable of creating super-complex universes that were atom by atom replicas of the machines that gave them birth, they could essentially create infinite numbers of universes expanding eternally in every direction, some filled with life, some with fire, and some with nothingness.

As these humans became immortal gods, able to create new forces, shooting infinitely hot flames that broke their ancient understanding of conventional physics, teleport any distance or even into any realm, and be threatened by nothing except their own kind, they had only their desires and a new plane of science and philosophy to contend with, if they so chose.
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 No.7856

My creativity keeps going and demands I continue typing but the rest of me just cannot keep up... Thanks Hunter-Seeker for joining in, this girl will be made to see rows of cows and force-fed milk and human buttmeat for an eternity when her admittance comes.

Before that ticket is handed to his gatekeeper, I'm going to put her through quite some ordeals. A series of her witnessing herself being tortured in the future, with each wall a different scene, then her being dragged down the hall several different kinds of ways in turn. Being made to hold a railing covered in bugs with blades and flamed keeping her tummy back and her butt sticking out to be spanked as she's seen from behind and in front through windows, dragged upside down by her teachers, crawling inchworm-style covered in chains through fire, and a new room separating each transition, not to mention the torments getting her from the walls at the side along the way!

Eventually, the plan if for her to see her past self witnessing her. Hope I can keep this up without too much caffeine.

 No.7883

Brilliant! I love stories with pain and submission but without blood and guts.
I also like it when the girlthing isn't too focused on and treated as the protagonist (I don't like feeling like the victim)
👍

 No.7890

Why thank you, I'm every post so far except yours and Hunter, and intend to rewrite this on other sites. But you can't edit a blank page as they say;)

 No.8924

no

 No.9091

sage



 No.4276[Reply]

Not necessarily authorized sequel to "Sweetie Belle's Gift" and "Apple Bloom Lends a Hand, and Other Limbs" (since I haven't heard from their authors). Tags: Female/Female; snuff; dissection; cannibalism; non-consensual.

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Twilight hummed contentedly to herself as she moved around the laboratory of her castle, setting up the equipment she'd need. After all, this was a very special day. Once everything was in place, she started into the room next door, which she had recently and officially dubbed "The Brain Room". For it was here that the still living brains of Equestrians who had, for whatever reason, allowed their bodies to be taken apart after a special spell was cast, allowing their brains to survive regardless of the condition of their bodies.

The top shelf held two very special brains: those of Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, the younger sisters of Twilight's friends Rarity and Applejack, who had both consented to letting their older sisters cut them up and use their parts for other purposes. Sweetie Belle had become the basis for Rarity's new line of leather goods, while Apple Bloom's family had used her parts for a variety of purposes, including turning her bones into farm tools. Next to them sat an empty jar labeled with the name "Scootaloo", reserved for the last living member of the original Cutie Mark Crusaders, whom Twilight expected would be joining her friends any day now. And on the same shelf, but some distance away, sat two empty jars reserved for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, two bullying fillies from Ponyville whose parents had quietly confessed to Twilight that they planned to sell them to Rarity for parts if they didn't shape up soon, and that she was more than welcome to their brains once they were harvested.

That led to another shelf, which had yet to be occupied, but that would change in just a few hours. Soon after Sweetie Belle's brain had come to stay with her, Twilight had approached her fellow princesses with a proposal. Crime was rare in Equestria, and crimes worthy of the death penalty even rarer, to the point where even when it happened, the ones who committed them were merely thrown in prison.

But months ago, a criminal had surfaced who was simply too dangerous to be imprisoned by normal means. Starlight Glimmer, an extremely talented unicorn, had been found running a village occupied entirely by ponies with the same Cutie Mark. Twilight and her friends had discovered that Starlight wasPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.7218

The author of Applebloom Lends a hand is Poguemahone.

 No.8069

Once again, bumping for preservation.

 No.8859

Yet again, bumping for preservation... I promise, I WILL get back to this.

 No.9055

Speaking of preservation, I used Calibre to compile the stories so far into a crude ebook. Should I do anything with it?

 No.9082

This is really cool. Do you think we could get some stories from the brains' perspectives though? Like, what they do for fun, what kinds of conversations they have, visits with their still embodied friends, that sort of thing? I feel like it'd be really fun.



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