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 No.8076[Reply]

The second Advent Special is complete! Dodge often uses a quiet cook. I tried to orient myself to his stories. I hope you like it:)


A Julia gift for Dodge!

I have been expecting many guests… But Santa Claus?! I may not be the tidiest person, but even for me this situation is very embarrassing. I wear a much too long red sweater and a yellow skirt, which is wrongly tied. I wear a white and a red sock and my hair is disheveled. I haven’t even mopped the sleep from my eyes. People who visit me know me and know my quirks. However, before Santa Claus I would have liked to show a better Julia!
„You don’t need to be nervous. You look great!" He tries to give me courage.
I wonder why he visited me of all people? Hesitantly I dare to ask. "Mr. Santa Claus. Why are you here? Have I done something evil? "
He laughs heartily, "No, you were brave! That's why I need your help. Sit down on my lap! That might shock you… Do you have cookies in your house? "
I get the self-baked biscuits out of my can and sit down on his lap. I've always wanted to know how it feels to sit on his lap. With strangers, I normally feel uncertain. But Santa is not a real stranger!
He clears his throat.: "I'll be honest with you, I want you to be a gift to an elderly gentleman."
This is indeed very surprising! "I'm supposed to be a present!? Should I have sex with him!?" To have sex with a stranger is exciting ... But I believe that is too much for me! He certainly wouldn’t have fun.
"Calm down.” Santa say with a soothing voice. " the man is a very kind cannibal. Unfortunately, he didn’t find a meat girl for this Christmas. You shouldn’t just have sex with him. I want you to be his meat girl! You always dreamed of it. Haven’t you?"
I really wanted to be a meat girl. But it all comes so suddenly ...
" completely to subdue ...To do everything what he wants. At the end of the day, to be the great highlight of the feast. " He whispered to me while I frantically go through the option.
If I hesitate now, I never dare. "I ... I. I'll do it!"
As soon as I've said that. A few elves come out to undress me and pack me in gift paper. They only leave my head free. This goes faster than you can say “Merry Christmas”. They put me in a colorful gift box, before I even know what happening.
"Wait!" I cry. "What if he doesn’t like me, what if I don’t taste good?"
Santa smiles at me. "Don’t underestimate yourself. You're a beautiful veal. No cannibals would Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.7990[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, many unlocked the deepest secrets of the universe...

Time-travel led to incomprehensible wars and invincible utopias. Entire lineages were prevented to undo mild inconveniences. Paradoxes that brought both morality and reality into question became routine. Genocides killed endless masses to assure tyrants that their own displeasure simply never occurred.

Entire dimensions could be created, first a simple, random universe like their own; Most initially spawned with just thermal, electric, or kinetic energy and simple elements. Eventually complex self-aware multiverses that were crystaline and mechanical could be conjured in nanoseconds. Interdimensional sub-space God-Machines were like pennies to a True God.

Once these Universe-Machines were capable of creating atom-by-atom replicas of themselves, Identical-Parent-Machines, they could essentially create endless numbers of realms expanding infinitely in every direction. Hells filled with Ice or Fire, Heavens brimming with Life, and Voids of Nothingness- no more than a child's plaything!

As these humans- and alienes they encountered- became immortal gods, able to create new forces, shoot infinitely hot flames, teleport anywhere, 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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One lovely design was randomly directed labyrinths. Every member of this godlike super-species could make as many as they wanted, but one stood out as a particular sadist who filled his with victims. Knowing full well the hatred nobler entities had for him, he needed immense protection, so he sought out servants and allies, grooming beast machines to guard his lairs. He went back in time and was the Devil's impostor.
It was too easy, you see, to simply create trillions of inhabitants to suffer. There were infinite numbers of them (many that his associates created) but he rather catch souls that were destined for better fates... which is to say any fate.

Feujis wandered through cities (he was not in active time travel). His invisible orbs floating through walls and measuring up every human within hundreds of miles, extending his senses while kPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.8000

GrossGod* Universe

 No.8068

1/10



 No.8035[Reply]

Background Infos Stesspela:

Breed: Sar.
Sex: female
Age (This story): ??? between 100 to 10000 Years I guess.
Height: 1.34 meters
Eyes: Emerald green
Hair: snow white.
Blood type: 0+
Meat: always tender. (even if she is stressed)
Breast: B
Special features: missing left eye. Last survivor of her folk and heiress of divine magic. She can transform atoms and manipulate natural laws. She is a Vegetarian and pacifist. She has panic fear of darkness! She Don’t age.

PS: She hate it when she is treated like a child!



Stesspela and the winter cannibals!

I can’t stand the cold! It was a stupid idea to travel alone through the northern expanses. But I couldn’t ignore the call for help of the little bear! I had to show him the way home. Now I have strayed myself… This is so embarrassing! I can determine the exact composition of the snow. I can say it is exact -11.62 degrees cold. But I can’t determine the way home! So much to the wisdom of the Sar. Humans who are not even nearly as old as me would never get lost this silly! I'm freezing…

Great! That too! I feel malicious emotions of bandits, they've already seen me. They think they have found easy prey. A little girl all alone in the wilderness. I'm accustomed to people who wanted to rape or kill me. People find me either super sweet or are afraid of me. It is always unpleasant to read these thoughts. But these people drive it to the top! They want to cook and eat me! How do people get such ideas? It isn’t bad enough that they eat poor animals? In moments like these, I wish I could turn off the mind reading!
"Little girl, did you get lost? We'll help you go home." Says their leader.
I am completely packed in a thick jacket, a warm cap and long boots. There is not much to see from my femininity. Still they behavior bothers me! I'm not a little girl…:
"Just leave me alone, I know what you're up to! You have no chance! I want to hurt no one! " They just laugh. They don’t expect a big counter-attack from me. I have no choice. I must defend myself! I hope I don’t hurt them. I don’t really want to use “Fogbreaker” against humans. It is sharp enough to divide them without problems… Quickly I run away. A few first bandits want to pounce on me.
“Endera!” There are enough hydrogen atoms in the air that I can harden as a protective shield. However, it is not enough to shake them off. After a few minutes, they pushed me against a mountain wall. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.8036

ups last sentence was lost:

My ribs ... everything seems perfect. For a final time, I read their minds. They will probably put my head above the fireplace ......



 No.8029[Reply]

In the Pokedex are already very important info. But they have forgotten a very important detail so far! This will probably have the most tags of all my storys^ ^

Tags: (bug vore, cannibalism, corpse eater ,Dragon, Gore, Parasite, Plant vore, Pokemon, Pokemon pred, Pokemon Vore ,Pokemon/Human, roast, Sex, Snake, Snake Vore, Soft Vore, Transformation, voluntary )

Since these are Pokedex entries is doesen't explain the details ... (Maybe I write short stories to some pokemon on request)


Pokedex hunting tactics: “The hunt begins” (001 to 025)


001: Bulbasaur. Type: vore/plant

Bulbasaur normally hunt new trainer. His toxic is not strong, so it can't put a girl to sleep. Also, it's easy to escape his grab. So, it's wait for his girl trainer to get into a fight! If the victim fall over, he fast can caught her into his bulb. Once into his Bulb, there is no Escape! The cute meat is digested and help him evolving to a cute flower!



O02: Ivysaur. Type: vore/plant

After digested one Girl, Bulbasaur evolve into Ivysaur. His toxic becomes strong enough to weaken a human girl. Now he can easily grab his victim and use his toxic to put them into his Bud. Ivysaur need longer to digest a girl like Bulbasaur. So, most time his victim are alive for 2 to 3 days!


003: Venusaur. Type: vore/ plant

Venusaur finally needs no girls to evolve further. Still Venusaur like to eat girls. He uses his vines to bound his victim on his flower. With his toxic he makes the girls believe they are happy. Slowly the flower suck up all nutrias the girl has. Venusaur often can be seen, carrying cute girls. Please be so gentle and not free them!


004: Charmander. Type: roast/ volunteer

Charmander is way too weak to hunt a girl on his own, but he is very very cute. Many girls can't resist the cute and big eyes of a hungry Charmander. So, they strip and sacrifice them self, for the Charmander. With his fire on his tail, he can slowly roast a girl to perfection. It feels not bad to be roasted by this cute guy.


005: Charmeleon . Type: roast

Charmeleon lost the cuteness of Charmander so he needs to hunt on his own.
If a girl go down a hot path, there is a chance a Charmeleon jump out of his hide. With his Claws he cut down the clothes of the victim. If the girl is strong she still can try to fight back, else the Charmeleon hold her tight while roasting her with his Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.7892[Reply]

P R O L O G U E


The War was not a pretty one. There is no pretty war but The War started out pretty, in that it was relatively bloodless with a few bombings and mostly protests.

But then the government was dominated by a single theocratic faction, and committed genocide like the world had never seen before. Missiles launched from satellites destroyed millions residing in ghettos instantly, millions more were locked up.

Former allies knew something had to be done; They equipped and trained the remnants of the previous government and whoever would join them, and even sent in their own Special Forces. Rival superpowers took their chance and armed their own proxies with massive numbers of cheap but effective weapons.

The theocrats found they had been both outnumbered by one revolutionary faction, numbering tens of millions of hardened soldiers, and outgunned by the other.

It was at this time that the rival superpowers marched on their circumstantial allies with legions, and a single nation's civil war turned into an even bloodier World War.

When the smoke cleared generations later, there were no victors.

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 No.7957

"We're live."

"Hi, you're watching FUKS4NEWS!" The blonde anchorwoman cheerfully smiled at the camera then turned to the brown-haired man at her right.

"We have quite some news today. In the previously BCMA-held region of Durlot, California, SCAF initiated a coup and ousted their former allies from most of the center. The Black Christians and Muslims Alliance pages on social media are swearing to launch a counter attack and retake ground, while Spiritual Colored Army of Feminists are taunting them and posting videos of their victory celebration."

The television program showed shots of comments made by blue- and red- haired black girls with scars, tattoos, and piercings retorting statements of indignation next to profile pics of pastors and other scarred girls with dyed hair and tats but wearing crosses. Then low-quality videos of people encircling a fire and swaying back and forth.

"For more, Alice Von Braiche." The televisions in bars and homes across the nation showed a younger blue-eyed woman with straight black hair step forward to the camera, National Guardsmen of various races standing behind her, a couple with grenade launchers.

"H-" An explosion interrupted her. Smoke filled the room. Gunfire erupted. Smoke cleared, the camera had been knocked down, showing her lying flat and looking about like a scared cat.

A rod jutted out from shadows and yanked her into an unseen room. Coarse voices muttered to each other as one spoke clearly "see what happens on our-"

"WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTY!"

"My ass they are." A bartender spoke to a client he just handed a drink.
"I'm checking out their pages now, I want to know what's going on. Damn the news censoring this, I want to know." The customer replied, anxiously pulling out his phone. "Well shit.

People asked him for the pages and he told them a website, what program to download. People used to dismiss his advice to get special programs, now they listened when he said normal browsers simply wouldn't do.

There was a live-stream of Alice crying and squirming but held in place, her arms stretched out before her, her left leg kicking the floor and her right being held down with a 5-pronged pitchfork pressed into her ankle.

"What a pretty one you are." A wispy voice knelt by her and gently held her face, rubbing her cheek. She looked up at him and screamed, his face and other arm out of the camera's view.

"Pleasse Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.7958

"We're live."

"Hi, you're watching FUKS4NEWS!" The blonde anchorwoman cheerfully smiled at the camera then turned to the brown-haired man at her right.

"We have quite some news today. In the previously BCMA-held region of Durlot, California, SCAF initiated a coup and ousted their former allies from most of the center. The Black Christians and Muslims Alliance pages on social media are swearing to launch a counter attack and retake ground, while Spiritual Colored Army of Feminists are taunting them and posting videos of their victory celebration."

The television program showed shots of comments made by blue- and red- haired black girls with scars, tattoos, and piercings retorting statements of indignation next to profile pics of pastors and other scarred girls with dyed hair and tats but wearing crosses. Then low-quality videos of people encircling a fire and swaying back and forth.

"For more, Alice Von Braiche." The televisions in bars and homes across the nation showed a younger blue-eyed woman with straight black hair step forward to the camera, National Guardsmen of various races standing behind her, a couple with grenade launchers.

"H-" An explosion interrupted her. Smoke filled the room. Gunfire erupted. Smoke cleared, the camera had been knocked down, showing her lying flat and looking about like a scared cat.

A rod jutted out from shadows and yanked her into an unseen room. Coarse voices muttered to each other as one spoke clearly "see what happens on our-"

"WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTY!"

"My ass they are." A bartender spoke to a client he just handed a drink.
"I'm checking out their pages now, I want to know what's going on. Damn the news censoring this, I want to know." The customer replied, anxiously pulling out his phone. "Well shit.

People asked him for the pages and he told them a website, what program to download. People used to dismiss his advice to get special programs, now they listened when he said normal browsers simply wouldn't do.

There was a live-stream of Alice crying and squirming but held in place, her arms stretched out before her, her left leg kicking the floor and her right being held down with a 5-pronged pitchfork pressed into her ankle.

"What a pretty one you are." A wispy voice knelt by her and gently held her face, rubbing her cheek. She looked up at him and screamed, his face and other arm out of the camera's view.

"Pleasse Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.7959

The camera was held back and pointed out a window. At least a hundred well-armored men and women wielding AK-47's and 74's, a couple of Uzis, and one with a shotgun were standing guard in the street below and on another rooftop.

"For General Sherro."
"FOR GENERAL SHERRO!" The live video showed the new cameraman's arm raised forward as he shouted and the well-equipped mercenaries returning the gesture. Emili Azul Sherro's troops were always fearsome to behold. She looked for morale and skill in her troops and had the money to equip them. Signing for her was like selling your soul.

Every recruit had to prove his or her worth- especially bravery. Sherro knew it didn't matter how many men you had if they all panicked and fled the instant they were attacked. She would take in the physically weak and strengthen them- if they could brave flames. She'd take the fat, if they could play at least a single game of Russian Roulette and then put with needles in their own limbs.

Those who proved themselves found that pain tolerance was priority number one for training. "Life Hurts and Everyone Dies" was their motto. You had to basically worship her to join, but it was worth it... if you survived.

The camera turned back from the street to face Alice- much further from her now. The man who caressed her was still kneeling, now joined by 3 ladies in bulletproof black masks. Not a trace of their skin showed but their very feminine figures did. They were chest heavy and curvy, with wide hips and slender waists. One had long soft blonde, straight and silky, flowing over her trenchcoat, another had jet-black hair that was just soft and silky but behind her in a pony-tail. The slenderest of them stood in the middle, just inches shorter but still tall and intimidating, and took off her mask. It was the Witch-Goddess herself. Anarchist-General Emili A. Sherro

She was not visually unlike the reporter, at first glance. Both had black straight hair and bright eyes, though Emili's were green and her hair was shorter and slick, covering her face but not reaching her shoulders. She stepped over the shadowy man and on Alice's back.

 No.7960

"Cut her clothes off." Emili stomped Alice's spine, holding back so to not break it.
"What no! Please!" Alice squeaked in pain, which Emili met with laughter.
"Is that enough to scare you? Being naked and some bruises." Her expression changed to contempt. "You're pathetic!" She spat on Alice's face, just over her ear. It ran down her hair and over her eyes. "Spit on her! Spit on her back! Piss on asshole!" She stomped on her face and pressed deeply, and Alice could feel all her clothes being pulled from her and spiky grooves under the boot stomping around on her back, then splattering drops of spit her back.

A knife was shoved under her green panties and sawed through them and the top of her pants, before her panties were yanked away and shoved in her mouth as her pants were pulled down her legs. The man holding a pitchfork in her ankle stepped on her pants, vertically posting the pronged staff in her leg, and used his other hand to undo his zipper and aim his cock. Alice's shaking knees drummed the floor as her butt wiggled temptingly in the air, reflexively and without any of her own conscious input.

Emili sharply punched the shaded man with a wispy voice in his chest, "DON'T GET ANY ON ME!" He looked back with wide eyes of fear and nodded, kneeling to spit more accurately. She pet his thick hair as light gleamed in his reflective steel collar, she then grabbed it to yank him back just as urine from the other man splattered between Alice's buttocks and then into her asshole.

Her arms were pressed to the ground by 2 cloaked figures, spitting and drooling on her, drinking various heavy liquors. With one foot still on Alice's face, Emili stomped on her right elbow.
"Her arm! Raise it! Snap her elbow in half!"
He obeyed and lifted her hand, pushing her wrist towards the general's knee.
"GYAAAHH!" A high-pitched squeal left her circled lips as she could only feel pain in her right elbow and ankle, then the pain on her back and face returned. Her vision wass blurred but she could strongly smell smoke and everyones' body. After some moments, she regained sensations of her anus being filled and rapidly pushed around by piss, along with the crevice of her ass being splattered and reflecting a wall of urine in a semicircle that landed on her thighs and back. Her eyes faced her still-unbroken arm and she could see only nothing else except the man holding it.

"Tear it off!"
Her arm was still in great pain, but it becamePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.7962

"Pull on her legs! PULL HER FROM THE HAIR ON HER HEAD! The four men pulled with all their might, digging their feet in the ground and pushing themselves away from Alice while maintaining iron grips on her skinless legs.

A thick trail of blood slid from her back and pooled around her, swamping her thick hair. Strands of dangling skin followed, flowing from where they were still connected like yarn taped to a suffering toy. Emili lit a cigar and ignited the spots of alcohol that was spat on her arms, burning some strands off. Pieces of her scalp tore off and and clumps of hair stuck to Emilie's boots. Her breasts dangled around, swaying back towards her face- as if her own nipples stared into her eyes- as she was dragged, then bouncing forward and smacking her bloodied ribs and belly when her scalp quit and she was yanked her from own hair. Her tits bounced forward and back several times, eliciting laughter from everyone in view of the camera plus several others, as well as many shadier viewers enjoying the footage.

Alice thrashed about, flailing wildly. Her torso jutted up and her blood-crowned head crunched forward- only the hairline remaining of her once-lush locks. Her left arm smacked the floor several times, swinging up and slamming down, and what was left of her right arm rotated wildly as she sprang her chest side to side, swinging her boobies with them.

"I love how your titties dance as you suffer!" Emili kicked one, causing the screaming professional to jut to the side, expanding her ribs on one side but crunching the other, which Emilie quickly took the opportunity to stomp on multiple times in just seconds. She did the same to the other side, even focusing on Alice's solar plexus and already-spanked belly.

Alice jetted her chest from side to side, twisting and begging, blocking as best she could with her left arm, with sharply put pressure on the bone jutting from her right elbow and causing her to helpless fall back on her shoulders. Emili stomped on her breasts, kicking them and smushing her boots around Alice's nipples until their turns came. The nipples were sliced off before the rest of the breast was skinned. Most of her skin had been removed, but her vagina was left.

"Give me her ankles!" She held them high and apart as the camera focused on the 2 ladies, then zoomed in on Alice's genitals, "Take all the skin off her! Her belly! Her back! And her neck! Yes, even her cunt!" Alice thrashed wildly, screamingPost too long. Click here to view the full text.



 No.6324[Reply]

Hi! First time poster, please be kind! Also any feed back is appreciated.
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 No.6517

I was playing around with the idea of mutual assured destruction :D but i do like the suggestion of having them bleed out in front of each other. I do always appreciate feedback. I also think your right in part three having some expansion for her breaking mentally, I'm kinda learning as i go so ill give it some thought.

I've been going back and updating the old parts so I might go add some more details and maybe ill see if i can get the thread restarted with all four parts at once, its getting to be a hassle to scroll allllllll the way down.

But i would have to say it has to end at part four for sure, if i get bored I might write about Donavan's family but at this point if it keeps going i might a swell write a book since I'm already at 8500 words lol.

I'm also starting a side project I'm calling "The Everyday Mundane" where ill be killing people off in short stories. It will be based on real life situations like natural disasters, accidents, murders, ECT.
As is it will be a few days until part four, works killing me so hope to get a lot of writing time on Thur when I'm off.

Untill thanks for the love and peace out!

 No.7363

Hey, this is really great. Looking forward to part 4 (or your new project, if you're working on that instead nowadays).

 No.7375

FUCK ME, this was a great read. TastyMonk, this was an excellent series and I'm sorry I had to reach the end!! Whether or not we see part 4, know that this was a great project in my humble eyes! You say it was your first? I'm legitimately jealous of your gift with words and the application. If I continue writing I'll keep reference of your writing style.

I was almost gonna complain about grammar but then I considered how much work it is to quadruple-check 8000+ words for small details and I'd love to see that effort or towards creating new works.

I hope to see you post more around the interwebs, you have a knack!!

 No.7443

Thank you for the comment New guy, definitely makes it with it. I still plan on a part 4, between an extended illness at the end of part 3 and work interference i unfortunately had to put it on the back burner for a while but never fear Honor Among Thieves will have some closure I promise!
PS, be gone back and updated 1-3 for grammar and added more details.

 No.7718

I hope you get a chance to finish with part 4...this is honestly one of the top 5 hottest stories I've read on this site.



 No.4902[Reply]

Hello everyone!

It's been a while since I posted something but here's part 1 of my latest story.

It's based in an alternate timeline of Avatar the last airbender (spoilers). Aang failed to seal Firelord Osai's powers and got destroyed in the attempt and Azula did not go crazy, letting her defend the fire nation capital with no problem. This is set a couple of years in the future. Osai is the Sun emperor and Azula is the Firelord.

Enjoy!


Mai looked around the arena with a bored expression pasted on her face, only half listening to Azula’s speech. Ever since the dominating woman had been crowned Firelord by her father, the Sun emperor, things had become exiting quite fast. For some reason, Azula had decided to pardon her for attacking her on the top of Boiling Rock prison but the noble girl had no illusion that her position was secure.


The people cheered and chanted the Firelord’s name but it was easy to see the fear in their eyes. The loud noises woke up Bosco the bear, Azula’s new pet and roving menace. The huge beast lopped to a noble woman and sniffed her face. The woman tried to put on a brave face and laugh it out but was obviously a minute away from peeing herself.


“And now a chosen few will put on a show to beg my forgiveness and have their respective villages spared,” finished the wickedly smiling young woman, drinking in the cheers from the assembled nobles. When the crowd quieted, except for the soft whines from the woman still being sniffed by Bosco, Azula turned and sat down at her table. The heavily decorated piece of furniture had been placed right at the edge of the stage, giving the people sitting there a first rate view of the events to come. The powerful firebender grinned when she felt the girl under the table sneak in under her robes and start lapping at her royal pussy. “Let the first one in!”


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Katara took a deep breath as the doors opened. She squashed down her feelings once more and reminded herself that if she did not do this, everyone she cared for would be tortured and killed.


Putting on a sickly smile, she advanced to the middle of the arena and bowed to the crowd. “My name is Katara and I was one of the foolish few who tried to stand in the way of the benevolent rule of the Fire empire.”


The declaration prompted a few jeers from the crowd but most of the nobles were busy chuckling at what the dusky beauty was weariPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.6713

Hello everyone! Here's the last chapter of this story. Hope you enjoyed the ride!


Mai looked around as she was dragged through the castle’s corridors by Azula who still had not let go of her hand. The noble girl had walked these halls a number of times in the past but everything felt a little alien to her. The staff had always looked scared when she and her two friends passed but now they positively looked terrified as they bowed as low as possible.

The formerly bored girl glanced back at the woman following them. Azula’s new pussy licker was touching the remains on her once impressive bust as she kept pace. The city girl had a hazy expression, like she was in a dream.

Much too soon, the group arrived at the Firelord’s chambers. Azula entered her parent’s former bedroom with a flourish, her confident stride letting anyone know that these were now hers.

The royal girl snapped her fingers and two attendants seemed to materialize from the room’s corner and rushed to undress her. “Jin, my dear. Undress her,” she purred, gesturing towards her former friend.

Mai passively let the girl remove her robes, except for a few time where she had to point out how to locate a hard to find tie. From the way Azula was looking at her, it seemed that sex was on the menu. While she appreciated her former friend’s beauty, she had no sexual interest in her. ‘Well if she wants to fuck me, maybe that means that she doesn’t want to snuff me,’ she thought with some hope.

When the two were nude, Azula grabbed the noble girl and tossed her on the bed before getting on top of her latest victim. “Do you know why you did not have to perform on stage?” she asked, while running her long fingers on the entrance of the other woman’s wet pussy.

Mai took a calming breath before replying. “I don’t know. I’ve been wondering about that for a while now. You had Ty Lee up there but I was the one who attacked you first. She just came to my help when you riposted,” she replied, stifling a moan when the inquisitive digits entered her.

Azula did not respond right away. She seemed to enjoy the squelching sounds her fingers made as she slowly pumped them in the squirming girl’s cunt. Finally, the golden orbs moved up and captured Mai’s with their intensity. “You were not up there because you are mine.”

The trapped girl frowned in confusion.

The royal woman smiled lazily, her fingers never stopping their lewd rhyPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.6724

This was excellent! It's going on my shortlist of best stories. :D

 No.6757

Thanks! Glad somebody enjoyed it.

 No.6760

A wonderful story! Though for variety, I'd love to see one with Azula on the receiving end...

 No.6801

>>6760
Happy you had fun with it! Azula is such a top that it's hard to imagine her as the victim. If you want to give it a go, I'd read it.



 No.4334[Reply]

Calves, Father and Son Ranchers

By: Loki 925 (Mm/gf+, cannibal)

This story is totally fictitious and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that may be. Be warned this story contains cannibalism.

Lee was a healthy nine year old two-legged calf. She was the daughter of a convert. Having extremely little mental stimulation her education level was less than a

kindergartner and her IQ was even less. She couldn't even spell her name. She knew nothing of the world beyond the ranch she lived on. All she knew and had been

taught, she was a calf.

Being nine years old she now had a huge disconnect with her mother who was always pregnant with a calf. The only thing she wanted was to be like her mother, a

happy pregnant cow. She had been to the breeding barn many times to witness her mother being bred by the bulls. The bulls had such big cocks and her mother loved

being fucked.

She could hardly wait to have a bull cock up her young cunt. She wanted to have fat milk-heavy tits. Tits that would be milked twice a day as her cunt was stuffed

full with a milking rod. The milking rod seemed to be as much fun as a bull's cock. She had seen her mother's cunt stuffed full with the vibrating rods as she was

milked.

Lee had spent the last eight years in care free play just like the other daughters of converted cows. However now that she was nine the same fun toys she played

with, and games she had played did not interest her anymore. Even her favorite game "Cook the calf" seemed boring. Sure it had been lots fun being tied up across a

fake flame pretending to be cooked while the other calves looked on and every so often licked her skin telling her how good she tasted. Now there was just no fun in

being fake cooked.
However she knew for certain that being cooked for real would be lots of fun and all she hoped was that she would taste good.


Having no true idea of life or death, Lee had no conception that being cooked for real would mean she would be dead. She had never seen a grown cow get cooked. She

was never told what happened to cows that could not be impregnated any more. She was sure old cows simply went to another barn where they lived happily. She had no

idea that the tasty stuffing she ate at every meal contained ground up old cow meat.

She was sure she had seenPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.5716

This was rushed and the formatted kind of hard to ready but still an enjoyable story. I like the cannibalistic dystopias and the idea of the poorly educated cow were great.

 No.6756

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