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It's been a while since my last /lit/ thread was gone, so I think that maybe it's time to finally revive it. Like, maybe new people appeared here after all that time who might find my sotires to their enjoyment, or maybe some of the old folk want to reread some of my stories and never saved them to their hard drive (I know I always do that: don't save the story I like and then curse myself for it when the thread is gone).

And since this thread is aimed at new people too, I'll start with an introduction.
So, I'm Aoi Hikari from Russia. I write stories, photoshop pictures (see the Alteration thread on /g/) and sometimes translate them (see the Translations thread on /g/). My favorite charachters are Ayanami Rei from Evangelion, Kinomoto Sakura from Cardcaptor Sakura, so you'll find them more often in my works then other charachters from other fandoms. My favorite kind of guro is consensual and even casual, so this is what you can expect from my works.
I tend to come up with a lot of ideas but never turn them into actual stories. I often discuss them in this thread. Firstly, in hope that will help me shape it better in my mind and eventually actually write it (it rarely happens, but not entirely hopeless). Secondly, in hope that someone else might be inspired by those ideas and write something on one of them it or not necessarily eactly on one of them, but just write something good (it happened at least once!) For that note that you can freely use any of my ideas (and even complete stories) as inspiration or direct base for your stories (would be great if you credit me). That's one of the reason they are here for. thridly, I just enjoy discussing the story ideas, and I hope people who discuss them with me enjoy it too. Fourthly, I post the ideas, most of which will never turn into actual stories, for the sake of them not being in vain. At least people can read and enjoy them as ideas, which I hope is better then never seeing them at all.

Now, a little insight in my Russian works. In case you can read Russian, you can just read them here:
I just want to say that in addition to what I post here, there's also that profile of mine on ficbook (a Russian fanfiction site). There are Russian versions of some of the guro stories I post here (as of now there is nothing guro-related that is posted on ficbook, but not on gurochan) and some original Russian non-guro hentai stories in various states of completion (as of now none is really complete, but some are still worth reading). The one titled Innocence started with a little piece in English I originally posted here on gurochan, but it didn't interest people as it had no guro, so that's why since then I'm writing my non-guro hentai stories in Russian for ficbook. I would be willing to translate some of them into English though if people show interest (which is why I write about them here in the first place). So in hope that it ignites your interest, I'll put short summaries for them below. (Or maybe you're not really interested in reading the whole story, but reading it's summary here got you any thoughts, maybe an advice or idea I can implement in that setting, or you just want to voice your oppinion on it, anyway if you have anything to say, then by all means please do so).

Fandom: Vocaloids.
World summary: Near future (household robots - yes, space empires - no). The Vocaloid Project is a school for gifted children in Japan. Vocaloidville, where the school is located, is built just for the purpose of housing it's students and teachers, so it consists almost entirely of children. With all the new technology and households robots they can live by themselves just fine. Minimal control from adults outside school, and even inside school it's very liberal. It's like a children's paradise. Also, the Soviet Union stretches from China to at least France, I wrote it like that just because I could.
Story summary: In the center of the story is a pair of twins - Kagamine Rin and Len. They've been always studying at home before and somehow lack some basic knowledge. Namely, they are totally unaware that wearing clothes is not only for the sake of warmth and fashion. And also unaware of sex. As an example, in the beginning of the story there is a scene where Len accidentally rubs his penis all over Rin's face as he's trying to reach his clothes leaning over her. Len himself doesn't pay any attention to it, and Rin starts from paying little attention (a bit annoyed, but not enough to actually move away) to actually enjoying it (not in a sexual way though, but more like cuddling). Soon they discover masturbation and eventually sex, but it never occurs to think of it as something else but a fun game that can be played with friends (and a stranger for them is just a friend they haven't met yet). And so they do, adding more charachters in the fun, namely: Hatsune Miku who turns out to be quite perverted herself (she does realise it's perverted though), Luo Tianyi, a naive empathetic girl from Soviet Union who tries her best to befriend everyone, but happens to get the idea of how it's done in Japan from the Kagamine twins, kudere Gumi who brings ignored sex to the story, Gakupo and Pico who bring some yaoi (don't turn away at this point! It's really cute and sweet. Also just a little bit of it that can be skipped) and Flower who is planned to be into BDSM (haven't written this far yet though). Also, apart from sex, the story has a lot of pee showering, pee drinking, pee peeing and whatever. After I've added pee into the story it kinda got out of control, but I can't say I'm unhappy with the results.
Status: I keep updating it in short portions (like 2-4 pages) from time to time, the progress is not fast, but it's definitely alive. I don't have a long-term plan for the story, but so far it works just fint with cute kids doing cute sex. I also do have some short-term plan to keep going for now.

Alisa Seleznyova's dress
Fandom: Alisa's adventures by Kir Bulychov (alt. transliteration: Bulychev), a Soviet/Russian series of children sci-fi/fairy-tale books on adventures of a little girl (about 13 in most books, younger in first ones) Alisa Seleznyova (alt. transliteration: Selezneva) in the end of the XXI century (with spaceships, aliens, space pirates, time machine and whatnot). Alisa's father is the director of the Cosmozoo (a zoo where they keep space animals) and she herself studies biology, so there is also a lot of weird alien creatures in the books like tigerrats and flying cows (which for a hentai fanfitcion writer like me means lots of chances for beastiality).
World summary: Pretty much the same as in the books, but social norms evolved to see no shame in nudity and sex, even in public. The bio-engeneering of humans led them to not have any hair safe from on the head, so there's no unseemly bushes to hide behind panties. So the fashion of the future mostly reveals private parts (and it is not considered sexy, totally casual). A cat costume that includes a butt-plugged tail is even considered childish. The mentioned bio-engeneering also made people able to bear low temperatures, so winter clothes don't have to cover private parts either, but still use some traditionally winter parts and materials. Say, a pair of gloves and a scarf on a naked body constitute a totally casual winter costume. Wearing a lot of clothes is being showy, not wearing anything at all is being modest or just indifferent to fashion.
Story summary: On the first day of summer holidays Alisa vies through her wardrobe trying to pick what to wear today. A number of costumes are described, most of them don't hide privates, but some do to demostrate how there's no real difference if the privates are shown or not, that would be equally all right. Alisa can't choose and in the end decides to just not bother and go naked as it is a totally valid choice in this world. On her way to the bio-station [where she studies biology and conducts experiments with friends - that part is from the original books] she gets in an awkward situation where she has to give a stranger a blow job and eventually deepthroat him, but it's not the oral sex that is awkward, in fact it is totally casual and no one thinks much of it. The taste of cum leads Alisa to remember another such situation. Then she arrives at the bio-station, meets with friens, and some more situations that are sexy by our standarts but totally casual for that world occurs (namely: a girl having sex with a dolphin, boys shooting cum at each other as a part of a childish game, a girl having her face heavily covered in cum). There's even a bit of scat, but just a bit, where a boy puts his fingers in other boys' butts then lets Alisa lick the fingers to see if she can determine by the taste which is whose. See, totally innocent and cute, right? Or you can just skip this part.
Status: This one's complicated. My initial idea was no not even include any sex, just show a world where nudiy is casual and fashion is influenced by that. Just an ordinary day in Alisa's life, only she spends it naked, but the point was that it doesn't make any difference. And it was like that until Alisa got outside and that situation with the ice-cream she dropped on a stranger's dick got into my mind and it was so hot I couldn't hold back from writing it. Then the concept changed to a world where sex is not ashamed of, but still not something that happens on every step, and Alisa is still a virgin, and another girl is doing a research on wether virginigy has anything to do with innocence, and in the end of the story Alisa has sex, and everyone note that even if she's not a virgin anymore, she's still as innocent as ever. But as I kept writing, more and more sex popped up, and at this rate for Alisa to still be a virgin she had to intentionally avoid it, but that's not the way I want it. So now I have to think of another plot that won't deal with anyone's virginity before I can continue. I have a couple of ideas, but they're more long-term, and what I lack is a more short-term plan. So this sotry is paused for a while.

Swimsuit season
Fandom: same as above
World summary: same as above
Story summary: Alisa and her friends spend some time on a river, swimming, having sex and other fun things.
Status: It's just a couple of pages with only reaches the point where they go swimming (in the nude, of course). Also on the way to the river their costumes are described. I've started writing this story before the Dress one, but now I think I'll just turn this one into one of the future chapters of the Dress one eventually. So it's also paused.

Slavya and the horse
Fandom: Everlasting Summer, a Russian VN (English version available on Steam) and The Herbalist, a VN-styled puzzle game by some of the same authors.
World summary: The Herbalist's protagonist is the herbalist girl Slavya based on the same mascot Slavya-tan as the charachter by the same name from Everlasting Summer. The village setting from The Herbalist was perfect for sex with a horse, but The Herbalist doesn't have any other charachters then Slavya, and so I populated the village with the charachters from Everlasting Summer. Also, nudity and sex are casual, even if it's with a horse. Not that people have sex on every corner, but the fact that Slavya is willing to have sex with anyone, even with a horse, is not seen as anything other that her being a very nice and kind girl. Only for the male protagonist Semyon the local customs are a surprise.
Story summary: Originally was intended to be focused on Slavya having sex with a horse, then Semyon comes and asks her to go swim in the river with other kids to show how this is all casual. But in the middle of the horse scene where Semyon appears I wanted to write a couple of lines about him to introduce the charachter, but instead of couple of lines I've now written more than a dozen of pages of a flashback of Semyon arriving to the village, meeting other charachters, learning local customs, befriending Slavya etc... and I'm not done with it yet. For comparison: there are 2 pages before Slavya gets to the horse and 4 of actual horse action (which is not finished though, as Semyon with his flashback appeared in the middle of it). I'm now wondering if I should change the title and the concept.
Status: Last updated yesterday, so totally alive.

And this concludes the part about Russian stories.

I'll now post one of my old stories and will post another one every day or so until I post all of them.
You also must be wondering if I have anything new. Sorry, guys, not really. But just today I've read a guro story on Everlasting Summer which was in Russian, but I'm considering translating it. It's short and lacks detailed descriptions, girls die too fast and some of them (including my favourite Slavya) are already dead by the start of the story. So my first intention upon reading it was to rewrite it with proper details and also adding actual guro scenes for girls already dead. But then I thought as with many other ideas there's no guaranty of when and if I'll get to actually writing it. So I decided just translating it instead (and it doesn't mean I can't do a rewrite in the future, right?). It's short, as I mentioned, so totally doable and won't take long. I'll probably post it as soon as I finish translating it, so keep track on my thread to not lose it among all the old stories I'll be reposting. The title is "Guro in the mines".
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I love Kagamine Rin and Len they make me think about my real sister :) and unlike others i love anime! So your stories go right to the point, also I check your Alteration thread ofter.But, allthou I don't dislike it, i'm not a big fan of consensual sex, I would love to read about a killer surprising them and strangling them during sex(or snuffing them in many other ways).I love the pee too! So I will give your stories an 8 so far because of too much consensual!


I mean consensual snuff!


That consensual stuff is what makes those stories so attractive ;)


It's cutesy but a bit more non-consensual wouldn't hurt, and there are many other aspects that makes them attractive, anime chars, incest, pissing(if you are into it) the dialogie and so on


Well, I rather prefer consensual :) We have many other writers who focus on NC.


Just as Onix says, the consent and even casualness of guro is the whole appeal of it, at least for me, so I'm probably not going to write anything non-consensual, sorry.


I like consensual and casual stuff, even non-erotic parts is good too.


Aoi, I've been a fan of your stories for a long time! Thanks for writing these amazing stories with consent, casualness and love in them.


I would love to see more of this story. It seems like you were inspired by Altered Carbon which is one of my favorite series. and your story starts out perfect, I'd love to see what more adventures can happen in this world!


Pussies! :)


> Aoi, I've been a fan of your stories for a long time! Thanks for writing these amazing stories with consent, casualness and love in them.
And thank you for taking your time to let me know you enjoy my stories.

> It seems like you were inspired by Altered Carbon

Never heard of it, actually. It's been a long time to remember for sure, but I suppose I was inspired by Car Fight and Susan here on gurochan.

> I'd love to see what more adventures can happen in this world!

Yeah, well… Unfortunately, writing longer stories doesn't seem to work for me :-( And if I do ever find motivation to continue one of the older stories, I'd rather it be Slavya and the Horse, Innocence or Warehouse. That puts Siyana pretty low on the priority list.
You might want to check out a new story by Mephistopheles, "A name not spoken in vain", it seems to also focus on fooling around with non-lethal and non-permanent damage.


I suppose.


While I didn't really feel anything from this story, it did make a hilarious dark comedy. There should more types of these stories on Gurochan.


I for one only enjoy consensual guro, and so I love your stories Aoi Hikari.

Your latest one, Die Young, is one of my favorites. Twincest is wincest of course, and I especially enjoyed the dynamic the twins had. Ultra-casual sex is something I wish porn did more frequently. Len fondling his sister and rubbing her to an orgasm while holding a conversation as she plays a game was really arousing. And then Rin put down the controller and let that familiar wave of good feeling wash over her as her twin fingered her to an orgasm.

I also really appreciate stories where twins actively take steps to erase their individual identities in favor of the romanticism of living together as twins. And not to please some third figure, but for its own sake. For each others' sake.

“Silly Len, I’m not forcing myself at all,” Rin laughed again, starting to rapidly stroke his rock-hard penis while embracing him with the other arm. “Dying is terrifying for sure, but it doesn’t matter because dying is beside the point.”

“What do you mean?” Len wondered, tensing in pleasure.

“Because it’s you who’s killing himself specifically to die”, Rin explained, noticing Len’s penis strongly pulsing. “The reason I’m killing myself is only to keep you company. Cinema or suicide, I’m just really glad that you want me to join, that’s all."

That's gotta be some of the hottest dialogue I've read in a long, long while.

I do think the story gets bogged down with Len pussyfooting around the issue too long till it became annoying, and it got a little repetitive during the hanging as the Rin's logic chain just went on forever. So if there's any criticism I'd give, it'd simply be to tighten up such sections.

But overall, again, I love the story and look forward to reading more of what you put out!


Huh, I didn't even remember I had that one. To be honest, I'm not very happy with how it turned out. The start is very nice, but somehow half the way through I've found myself having no idea where to go with it. And in such a short story! One would imagine it's impossible not to write it all in one go. Yet somehow not only I've managed to need several takes, but also on the way lost my vision of what I wanted that story to be. Shame on me.

I've written Die Young mostly in two big chunks, the dialogue part and the actual hanging part, and it's probably really obvious how the quality varies, isn't it?
In the dialogue part Len indeed takes too much time to get to the point. The idea behind it was to justify the later dialogue talking about how much effort he put into convincing Rin. But Rin also makes a point about how she didn't have to be convinced, which meant that for the sake of the dialogue existing Len had to talk a lot of nonsense without getting to the point. Believe it or not, it could have been worse, as at some point I've written a whole other part of dialogue where Rin now tried to convince Len how he should let her die with him while he hesitated to do so after learning that she didn't really want to die. Not those lines you quoted, but something almost as long as Len's part and equally horrible. Since then not only I've ditched that second part of the dialogue, but rewritten the first part as well. Now it's slightly less horrible. But it's been a year since I've written the first version and half a year since the second version, and when I look at it now again it makes me cringe. It makes me want to ditch it all and rewrite from scratch again, but then I would never have it finished, so I decided just not to look at it while working on the hanging part. Another thing is all the sex and game, especially game, parts inside that dialogue, the idea was to make it all casual, but I don't think it worked that well, it seems like all it really does is distracts from the dialogue, as if the dialogue isn't horrible enough by itself, that distraction makes it even harder to digest.
The hanging part though. Starting with "The abrupt pain made Len’s vision go blurry…" A few more months passed after I've written the first part, then I started writing this second part without looking at the first part, actually I was away from my PC and writing on my phone, that was a nightmare on its own, but I was suddenly feeling inspired, so I just poured out whatever came to my mind. I was actually writing that part originally in Russian before translating in into English, so I could more immediately turn my thoughts into text, without losing chain of thoughts while looking for the right English words. So it ended up almost like a completely separate story. There are still some repetitive bits, but the idea behind it is to revel in the twins' emotions. And I think it accomplishes it well, though maybe it works much better on myself because I know for sure what emotions I've put there, and it's as much enjoying the story itself as reliving the pleasure of writing it. There was another significant pause of a month or two between the inspiration surge and getting the last few paragraphs finished, so those might feel a bit less inspired, I guess. But all it all I still love the hanging part of the story much more than the dialogue part. The first part just makes me cringe and want to redo it, the second part I myself find to be very enjoyable to read.

> I also really appreciate stories where twins actively take steps to erase their individual identities in favor of the romanticism of living together as twins. And not to please some third figure, but for its own sake. For each others' sake.

Oh, that reminds me I had that other unfinished story about twins, that I haven't touched for… almost two years now? Wow the time sure is merciless.
It starts like this:
> You want to know why such a seemingly ordinary girl as us – sorry, here I go again – as me often speaks of herself in plural? Well, that’s pretty simple really: when we were kids, there were indeed two of us. Me and my twin brother.
Then it also takes forever to get to the action and I've abandoned it right before the action starts. Which makes it pretty similar to Die Young, huh? I should probably try to get it finished too.
Right now my thoughts are somehow back on that little Suspicious Silence story. Like maybe add a bit more details here and there, maybe Flower didn't just play with her intestines, but kept pulling her insides out until she torn out her own heart? Maybe Asami even gets in time to see it beat a couple of last times before stopping in Flower's hand. Who's to say it didn't happen just a second before she came in, after all. With that in mind, maybe Miku's last dance also ends when Asami is already there, just like Len's twitching on his game controller. Also I want to revel in Len and Rin's situation a bit more. No matter how many times I think back to it, it's so damn hot. They're just having casual fun together, him playing the game and her rooting for him, and they disregard death so much that it doesn't even stop them keeping doing what they were doing, like they didn't even notice that they've died. Though that actually applies to all of the characters, I guess you can say that's the main idea of the story.


So, uhm, this was sitting in my mind for some time, and I don't think it can work as anything else but a Vocaloid song, intended for Rin and Len of course, the problem is I'm neither a poet nor a musician, and it's not like I actually know Japanese in the first place, so the grammar is probably all wrong on top of non-existing rhyme and rhythm, but I can't imagine this in any other form, so here's what I ended up with…
I mean, there's always a chance that there's someone here who knows Japanese and can write music and decides to pick it up and turn it into something actually working, right?..
Or if not, at least I hope you can still enjoy the idea behind the lacking realization…

Double Suicide


issho ni issho ni
issho ni umareta
issho ni issho ni
issho ni ikiteta
soshite touzen
issho ni shinitai

together together
together we were born
together together
together we lived
so then naturally
together we want to die



futago dakara
zutto issho da
issho ja nai to
souzou dekinai

because we’re twins
we’re always together
not being together
we can not imagine



shi no gainen wo
hajimete shitta koro
sore mo issho to
atarimae da

when we’ve first learned
the concept of death
it also being together
was obvious for us



sore kara ooku no
jikan ga sugita
soredemo zutto
kuusou datta

since then a lot
of time has passed
and yet we always
kept this fantasy



issho ni shinu ka
issho ni shinanai ka
sore wa keshite
gimon de wa nai

should we die together
should we not die together
it is absolutely
not a question



yuiitsu no mondai
issho ni naraba
donna houhou de
shinu no darou

the only problem is
if is has to be together
in what way
should we die



takai hashi kara
tobiorimashou ka
imi ga nai kedo
mou futago da yo

let us jump
from a high bridge
although there’s no point
we’re already twins



furo ni hairete
tekubi wo kirou ka
yasashii houyou de
shi wo machimashou

entering a bath
should we cut our wrists
in a gentle embrace
let us wait for death



arui wa kubirete
hitotsu no roopu de
sakura no shita de

or else hanged
by a single rope
under a cherry tree
let us dance



kizuku mae ni
shinjuu no kangae
shizen yukai
tanoshiku natta

before we have noticed
thoughts of double suicide
became natural pleasant
and fun



zenra de soto he
fubuki no naka
yuki de asonde
toushi yukou

naked outdoors
into snowstorm
playing with the snow
let us freeze to death



arui wa gasorin wo

or else with a gasoline
having sprinkled ourselves
shining brightly
let us burn



hara wo kirete
naizou ga koborete
otagai no shinzou wo

cutting our bellies
with spilling viscera
let us tear out
each other’s hearts



kizuku mae ni
shinjuu no kangae
shigeki sugiru
shinzou hossa

before we have noticed
thoughts of double suicide
were too stimulating
a heart attack



issho ni issho ni
issho ni umareta
issho ni issho ni
issho ni ikiteta
soshite tsui ni
issho ni shinda

together together
together we were born
together together
together we lived
so then finally
together we died


As I was working on an extended version of Suspicious Silence, it ended up more extended than I originally planned, so it's going to take some more time, but in the meanwhile I've written another little story somewhat inspired by it (well, it also has gaming). Hope you enjoy it.
Also thanks to Eterya for editing.

Ikiro: Gamers Die Twice
(Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, beheading, casual)

The relatively cool temperature of the room sent refreshing chills through Rin’s wet body as she walked out of the bathroom clad in nothing but a towel on her shoulders. Heading to the kitchen to grab a box of juice and drying her hair on the way, her path led through the living room, so Rin stopped to tell her twin brother he could now use the bath. Len just nodded, too busy playing some video game; he looked pretty tense, sitting on the very edge of the sofa, leaned quite far towards the screen and clenching the controller with sweaty hands.

“Is it something new?” Rin asked unenthusiastically, she’d never gotten the appeal of games that made you more stressed than having fun.

“It’s Ikiro: Gamers Die Twice from the creators of Soulful Darkness,” Len replied in a mix of excitement and unease, finding it difficult to play and talk at the same time. “It brings hardcore gaming to a whole new level, ‘cause it comes along with a special device that cuts off your head when you lose,” he tilted his head to the left a bit to demonstrate some kind of a collar on his neck. “Basically, when you die in the game, you also die in real life. So, Gamers Die Twice.”

“Sounds silly,” Rin absently noted, as she finished drying her hair and put the towel over the back of the sofa. “Why would you buy a toy you can only play with once?”

“You simply don’t know how many games I’ve bought that I’ve never even started at all,” Len laughed nervously, desperately maneuvering between enemy attacks. “Sales do that to you.”

“You’re not doing this just to avoid your turn at cooking today, are you?” Rin asked, pondering what she should prepare for dinner considering the prospect of having to do it by herself.

“What? Of course not!” Len protested, violating his controller to keep up with the game so fiercely it had to be illegal. “It’s to blend the border between the game and reality, thus creating an unrivaled feeling of immersion.”

“Sounds like some marketing scam,” Rin waved away, resuming her way to the kitchen.

“Don’t judge it before you try it,” Len replied, but turning his head after his leaving sister made him miss a single enemy attack, immediately taking a deadly blow from the bandit, and Rin had only made a couple of steps away before she was stopped by a torrent of blood gushing from Len’s neck right onto her back. Turning around she saw Len’s head roll up to her feet along with the device that had cut it off.

“Great, now I’ll have to bathe all over again,” Rin sighed as she apathetically picked up Len’s head. “So what, feeling immersed now?” she asked condescendingly, looking into her twin’s vacant eyes, but of course there was no response; clearly he wasn’t feeling anything anymore. “Told you it was a marketing scam,” Rin concluded, nonchalantly tossing the now useless head away.

She picked up the device to see it could have any real application outside of this one game. It seemed to work like the shutter in a camera with a number of blades that could retract into the collar. There was also a button that Rin suspected was for manual activation, so to test her assumption she put her hand through the collar and pushed that button; and just as she'd expected the blades abruptly closed, cutting her wrist like butter. Thoughtfully examining the resulting stump of her arm, Rin decided that maybe she should wear this collar to school tomorrow. Then when someone asked about it, she'd tell them to push the button and see for themselves. Rin could bet they wouldn’t expect her head to suddenly fly off! She smirked, pleased with herself, as she pictured her classmates’ shocked expressions before they realized they’d been pranked and burst into approving laughter only for it to fall on deaf ears as Rin would no longer be around to appreciate the praise. Now that was how this alleged entertainment device should be used for actual fun!


My favorite story of yours remains Act of True Love. It was so incredibly hot. But a fleshed out happy orgy like you're describing might just top it. :)


That one is a pretty special case, isn't it? I think it's the only of my stories that has some actual drama in it. Since the storyline is just directly stolen from the original, it exists not only as an excuse for porn or guro to happen, making the story feel actually substantial. And then there's that feeling of impending doom, but the characters somehow seem to actually find comfort in it. I don't think I would ever be able to pull it off again, at least so far I've never felt the right kind of inspiration for another story like this.

On the other hand, speaking of fairy tales…

Brotherly Love
(fairy tale, incest, bestiality)

Once upon a time there lived a brother and a sister who loved each other so much that they decided to marry each other. They wed as soon as both were twelve and started trying to make children. Three times the brother put a baby inside his sister, but each time the children were born weak and sickly and soon died. Then on the fourth time the brother seeked for an advice from a witch who lived in the forest. Here’s what she told him:
“Don’t bed your sister yourself, but instead let every man in the village bed her, then healthy children will be born.”
So the brother did and indeed after nine month his sister gave birth not to one, but two healthy babies: a boy and a girl. The men in the village longly argued who was the father, but both took after their mother, so among the men they looked most like her brother. So it was decided to consider him the father.
The twins grew strong and healthy and also loved each other so much that they decided to marry each other just like their parents. But suddenly right on the wedding day on their twelfth birthday the witch came to the village and told to the twins’ parents:
“You only have these children thanks to me, so here I’m rightfully taking my share.”
Having that said she grabbed the boy and made away with him to the forest. The girl became sad and came to her predecessors’ graves to cry. In twelve years three apple trees had grown on those graves: one with green apples, one with yellow ones and the last one with red ones. Their leaves rustled in the wind and the desolate girl heard that rustle as a whisper:
“Sorrow not, our beloved sister, but better take our apples for the journey and go to the witch, perhaps something will come out of it.”
And so the girl did.

The girl walked through the forest and after a while a grey wolf stood in her way and said:
“I’m going to eat you.”
“Don’t eat me, grey wolf,” the girl replied. “But better help me to save my brother from the witch, then I’ll let you use my pussy.”
“How do I know,” the grey wolf said, “maybe you’re letting everyone use your pussy?”
“Then I’ll promise to let only you use it,” the girl decided.
The wolf gave it a thought and agreed.

The girl went on through the forest and after a while a red fox stood in her way and said:
“I’m going to eat you.”
“Don’t eat me, red fox,” the girl replied. “But better help me to save my brother from the witch, then I’ll let you use my ass.”
“How do I know,” the red fox said, “maybe you’re letting everyone use your ass?”
“Then I’ll promise to let only you use it,” the girl decided.
The fox gave it a thought and agreed.

The girl went on through the forest and after a while a brown bear stood in her way and said:
“I’m going to eat you.”
“Don’t eat me, brown bear,” the girl replied. “But better help me to save my brother from the witch, then I’ll let you use my mouth.”
“How do I know,” the brown bear said, “maybe you’re letting everyone use your mouth?”
“Then I’ll promise to let only you use it,” the girl decided.
The bear gave it a thought and agreed.

The girl went on through the forest and finally came to the witch’s hut.
“Come out, evil witch!” the girl shouted. “Give me back my brother!”
The witch came to the doorstep, saw the girl and got angry. The witch stamped her foot and suddenly a clowder of cats attacked the girl. They momentarily teared her clothes apart and proceeded to rip off her skin. But then the grey wolf appeared and drove the cats away, and the girl ate a green apple and her skin was instantly healed.
The witch became even angrier, she waved her hand and a murder of crows attacked the girl. They momentarily pecked out her eyes and proceeded to her nipples and clitoris. But then the red fox appeared and drove the crows away, and the girl ate a yellow apple and her eyes grew back.
The witch became totally angry, grabbed the girl by her hair and dragged into her hut before shoving her into the oven where the girl quickly started to char. But then the brown bear appeared, torn the witch to pieces and got the girl out of the oven. The girl ate a red apple and her char disappeared.
The girl released her brother from the basement where the witch kept him and, as promised, immediately let the animals use her holes. For three days and three nights they were enjoyed the pleasures of flesh and on the fourth day returned to the village to complete the interrupted wedding.
“Why do you still want to wed?” the villagers asked. “The animals have already divided her whole body between themselves anyway.”
“They might have divided the body,” the brother answered. “But her love remains mine.”
And what for the three apple trees that helped the sister to save her brother, the twins gratefully cut them down and made three dog houses out of them, or rather a wolf house, a fox house and a bear house, built on the same place the trees were. Those animal houses never rotter or leaked, always trustily protecting their sister’s lovers.


By reading that fairy tale I can tell the you live not very far away from me LOL
It reminds me fairy tales that I was reading in my childhood. Writing style is totally same.


Aren't children over at least half of the world reading at least half of all the same fairy tales since Brothers Grimm?


I think this is not Grim style, it feels more like folk style. Even if it may be hard to tell because nobody of us read real Grim fairy tales.
Also I am talking not about story content but about its style.


Grimm tales are folk tales though.


And here's the long awaited (hopefully) enhanced version of Suspicions Silence. Can you imagine I originally stated it as a 100 words story? And now look at it. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Suspicious Silence
(Vocaloid, casual, various methods of death)

A lot of lively laughter and excited screams had been audible from the children’s room earlier, as they’d invited over some friends from school today, but for some time now it had been suspiciously quiet, so Asami decided to check in on them. What she found was a bloody mess.

Stark naked Miku was hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, but not on a rope: Miku’s luxuriant floor-length hair, that had always been a source of her pride she had been growing and grooming for most of her life, had now been aptly used to end that life by being tied into a fancy intricate noose around the girl’s neck. Its soft and almost comforting squeeze had worked wonderfully for a slow and agonizing death, ensuring that Miku’s last dance would be properly long and spectacular.

And although by now there was no sign of life left in the hanged girl’s eyes, the show was going on as her body kept uncontrollably kicking about to the upbeat music still playing from the stereo system heedless of the performer’s death, and what seemed like a good dozen of egg vibrators had helped with that too, shoved into the girl’s pussy as deep as her womb, judging by how far the visible bulges stirring in her belly went. Their remote controller set to maximum power was lying on the floor beside a knocked-over chair; Miku probably hadn’t even had to jump, as the moment she turned the vibration on the sudden influx of stimulation had to have made it impossible to keep standing and her legs had kicked the chair aside all by themselves.

Miku had given up the control of her body to let its dance be led only by the music and overwhelming sensations, and whether she’d dropped the controller deliberately or it had simply fallen out of her hands, it had meant that there was no way to stop the vibration even after she’d reached a climax. In a bit of foresight Miku’s labia had been fastened with a number of staples to secure the sex toys inside, so they just continued to diligently perform their job, never letting the girl’s last orgasm subside, not only until her last moment, but after her death too. It seemed like Miku’s body failed to notice that her brain was already dead and so just kept shaking to the sound of the music in a mix of unending agony and orgasm.

In fact, Miku’s dance was not only unhindered by her own death, but enhanced by it, as instead of conducting her performance she’d let herself dissolve in it, resulting in the purest form of dancing, the sensations of the body turned directly into its movements with no mediation from the dancer herself. Of course the simplistic and random jerking of a dying body could not hope to compete with living dancers’ skill and technique, but it beat out them by displaying a level of naturalness only achievable in death, and that naturalness was where the true beauty of Miku’s performance lay.

Another sight to behold was a figure of three, or rather two and a half bodies on the floor. Piko was lying on his back, smothered by Flower sitting on his face, his hands tightly clenching the waist of another girl, whose lower half was mounting his dick, in their death grip. Much like Miku his limbs were still occasionally jerking, effectively making him continue fucking the halved corpse, even if not very actively. A usb cable appearing from under the boy’s butt gave away that he also had some kind of a toy inside of him, the vibration of which was somewhat adding to his erratic movements. Though being a nice kid, in his final moments he’d probably been more focused not on receiving pleasure, but on giving it by licking Flower’s pussy. Asami wondered if it’d been Piko giving Flower a cunilingus in gratitude for her smothering him or Flower smothering him in gratitude for him giving her a cunilingus. Why not both, though?

Either way, as nice as it had to have felt, Flower had seemed more interested in another type of fun. With her belly cut open, she’d dragged her internal organs out, probably taking some time to play with each one before moving on to the next. Asami entered the room just in time to witness Flower fascinatedly stare at her still beating heart in her own hand for a moment before the life in her eyes faded away. The heart outlived Flower herself, producing some erratic beats, almost as if positively thrilled to be forcefully ripped out by the hands of the very girl whose life it has always been supporting.

For all the years since even before Flower was born her heart had tirelessly kept pumping her blood without breaks and days off all just to keep her alive. So the girl killing herself, wilfully destroying the very life to which the heart’s whole existence was devoted, already felt like a deserved reward for its hard work. But on top of that the way in which she’d done it, with death directly caused by ripping the heart out, meant that Flower had recognized how indispensable that organ was for her life and appreciated it enough to make it the centerpiece of her death. If the heart had a mind of its own, it would probably enjoy such an end even more than Flower herself. So as if to show how glad it was, Flower’s heart kept excitedly beating in her dead hand, even as the girl’s body lifelessly fell down with her face landing right inside that other girl’s lower half which Piko kept fucking.

Speaking of which, whose half it was anyway? Following a trace of even more spilt viscera, Asami discovered the missing upper half belonged to Gumi and was relaxedly lying in the far corner of the bed reading a book on the screen of her phone. The girl had always been the quiet and nerdy type, so it was no surprise that she’d taken being cut in half as an opportunity to have a read in peace without having to worry about whatever the other kids were doing with her lower body. Gumi’s eyes were staring at the text auto-scrolling on her phone with the same blank expression she always wore, so it was impossible to tell if she was already dead or just pretending to be so that the noisier kids left her alone. But even if her defiantly indifferent attitude made it clear how much she didn’t find any fun in dying, surely she was still able to enjoy it in her own way, taking comfort in the realization that no one would be able to bother her ever again; if it was for the sake of eternal rest, then she could even briefly endure the annoyance of being cut in half.

Another child who’d stuck to his habits until the end was Asami’s own son. Sitting on the edge of the bed Len was enthusiastically playing some video game, or at least he had to have been, until the neckerchief tied extra tight around his neck had slowly but surely strangled him to death. Yet even after that he perfectly retained the impression, as if too consumed with the game to even notice he’d already died. Not only did his vacant gaze still glued to the screen look not dissimilar to how he always used to be too absorbed in his game to pay attention to the world around, but the residual twitching in Len’s fingers also kept pushing some sticks and buttons on the controller in his hands.

Thus, unlike the real counterpart, the in-game version of Len was still very much alive, vigorously slashing a neverending onslaught of enemies. And although Asami couldn't approve her son’s obsessive affection for video games, she had to admire his ingenuity, as Len had arranged himself to become so wholly immersed in the game that he essentially only existed inside of it now. If there was such a thing as the ultimate gaming experience, that must have been it.

Of course, it wouldn’t have been possible if not for his twin sister’s support. Quite literally, as with all of her limbs cut off Rin had become a comfy pillow for her brother. Not only had resting his back against her corpse have to have been a pleasant sensation as long as Len remained alive, but it was also what allowed him to maintain an almost upright position and keep his eyes on the screen after death. But that was not all of it, as Rin’s limbs weren’t just tossed away as useless, instead her arms were shoved into her pussy shoulder first and elbow deep and her legs similarly shoved into her ass, ruthlessly tearing both of her holes apart.

With Rin’s torso positioned upside down behind Len’s back, her arms sticking up out of her pussy were wrapped around his neck, hands meeting on his chest one over the other, as if holding her brother in a delicate embrace. And her legs were casually hanging down from his shoulders, occasionally nudged by their jerking, which made it look like Rin was idly dangling her feet. Finally, her head was also cut off and impaled with its neck onto her brother’s dick. There was no doubt that Rin’s tongue had been devoted to pleasuring Len until her very last moment, but even when its movements had completely ceased, thanks to Rin’s convenient position, her lifeless eyes were still observing her brother’s game, making it look like even after dying she never stopped wholeheartedly rooting for him.

The whole arrangement was so sweet and endearing; Asami heard a lot about children in other families fighting like cat and dog, and was glad to see that hers were nothing like that. Maybe it was because they were twins, but instead of spitefully killing each other in an unseemly quarrel like other siblings often ended up, Len and Rin had ended their lives on the same wavelength and their death only served to further strengthen their bond. The scenery of her children bereft of life, but never of love, made Asami feel a sense of pride as a mother, but more so than that it just made her genuinely happy for them to get along so well. It had been hard all-consuming work to raise two children all by herself after her husband decided to celebrate their birth with a parachuteless jump, but seeing them complete their lives in such a wholesome way made it totally worth the effort.

Still, given how intricate the twins’ setup was, someone had to have helped them with it. And of course who else could it be but Tianyi, the kindest soul Asami had ever known. After everything she’d seen the woman hadn’t expect to find any of the children still being alive, but it seemed like Tianyi’s selflessness went so far as foregoing her own death just for the sake of making sure her friends had their best experience with theirs. Even if both of Asami’s children were most certainly already dead, Tianyi was kneeling on the floor kissing Rin’s lips and sucking the tip of Len’s dick protruding from them, so that in the slim chance that there was any hint of awareness still left in the twins, they got all the pleasure she could provide. Of course, she didn’t mind pleasuring herself too as long as it didn’t stand in the way of pleasuring others, so in one hand the surviving girl had a cylindrical grater she was fucking herself with and in the other some pliers with which she was pinching her clitoris. Hearing Asami come in, Tianyi shoved the grater inside her pussy and locked the pliers on her clitoris before swallowing the cum in her mouth and turning her face towards the door.

“Who’s there?” she asked, revealing empty eye sockets. A mix of blood and semen was dripping from them in neat rivulets as if crimson tears of joyful self-sacrifice, serving as a perfect adornment for the girl’s angelic face. For not one, but both of her eyes to be in such a state Tianyi must have been eye-fucked by Len and Piko simultaneously, meaning she’d already been blinded when gently putting Rin’s limbs around Len. But even knowing she would never get to admire the beauty of it with her own eyes, Tianyi had still put her whole soul into the arrangement of her friends’ bodies just for their sake alone. And as a result of being guided not by her eyes’, but by her heart’s gaze, she’d created a true masterpiece that Asami found hard to peel her own stare from. Though maybe it was in part because a mother would always consider her children to be the most beautiful.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Asami put down the tray with additional snacks she’d brought, even if it seemed they wouldn’t be necessary anymore. “Just checking in to see if everything’s okay.”

“Ah, oba-san,” Tianyi crawled up to the stereo and felt around for the mute button so that Miku’s musical accompaniment didn’t interfere with the conversation. “Sorry for the mess.”

“It’s alright.” Even though Asami couldn’t suppress a sigh at the prospect of cleaning it all. “I’m glad you all had a fun time,” she added, giving the blinded girl a hand.

“Thank you,” Tianyi replied, standing up unsteadily as the weight of the dangling pliers was pulling on her clitoris. “Please, let me help with the cleaning.”

“You’re such a nice girl,” Asami approvingly patted Tianyi’s head. “I wish my kids were diligent like that. But don’t you have homework to do?”

“They were diligent alright,” Tianyi stood up for her late friends. “We actually already did today’s homework together.”

“Everyone?” Asami wondered, casting another glance over all the children’s corpses. Miku’s body had finally finished its dance as if only waiting for the music to end. Piko’s movements had also ceased and Flower’s heart stopped beating. Gumi never changed her expression, even though her phone had reached the end of the book and turned the screen off. Even Len was still, no more random buttons being pushed left his in-game character to just stand there defenselessly as the enemies kept attacking him, little by little depleting his health bar. Only Rin couldn’t get any more dead than she already was, unless one counted her legs no longer being kicked by her brother’s jerking. “Looks like only you will have a chance to present yours to the teachers tomorrow,” Asami concluded.

“Nowadays we can send it for review over the net,” Tianyi explained. “So we already did that too.”

“That modern tech is scary,” Asami chuckled, “just to think that even after dying you can still get an F”.

“Or an A,” Tianyi countered. “I’m sure your children will get a good grade.”

Asami was about to say something in response, but got interrupted by a notification sound from one of the phones lying on the bedside table.

“Oh, that’s mine”, Tianyi realized, heading towards the sound only to slip on the sprawling guts and fall on the floor, letting out a short scream as the impact made the grater slip halfway out of her pussy and the pliers come off along with her clitoris.

“Can you really help with cleaning?” Asami quickly walked up to hand the phone to Tianyi. “Wait, can you even read it?..”

“No problem,” Tianyi fixed the grater in her pussy before speaking to the phone: “XiaoAI, please read the message.”

“Message from: Japanese Teacher,” a synthesised voice responded. “Very well done, a solid B this time. Your grasp of grammar seem to be progressing naturally, so just keep steadily expanding your vocabulary and you’ll get straight A’s in no time.”

“Huh, seems like that modern tech is also handy,” Asami noted. “Since you seem to be good with it, maybe you can call everyone’s parents and tell them their kids are dead so they don’t worry about them not coming home?”

“Can do,” Tianyi agreed, crawling to Len’s legs and making herself comfortable sitting between them with her back rested against the bed.

“Thanks, I’ll handle the cleaning then”, Asami replied, starting with collecting the dirty dishes. While she was at it, the woman couldn’t help but witness Len’s avatar’s final moments before it fell dead onto the ground and a message appeared in big bloody letters all over the screen: “YOU DIED”. For a moment Asami thought she saw her son react to it with an amused grin, as if saying “yeah, you have no idea.” And even Rin looked like she was glad to see her brother’s game that she was so attachedly rooting for to come to such a conclusion. But of course there was no way either of Asami's children was still alive, so it must have been just her imagination.

Of course, as uninterested as she was in video games, Asami knew enough about them to understand that dying in one, unlike in reality, usually equalled to failure. But her son could hardly have been so arrogant as to seriously think he would be able to beat the game while literally brain dead. And if winning hadn’t been the intention in the first place, then it had to have been to reinforce the death in the real world by also dying in the virtual one. This way the twins might have lost the game, but by doing so they’d surely beaten life, leaving it not a single chance. And looking at all the effort the twins had put to engineer the moment of their greatest triumph to happen not until after their demise, Asami could vividly imagine just how much fun they had derived from the idea of not being around to actually experience the highly anticipated joy of it.

Once the twins had achieved their goal with the game, Asami let herself switch the console off so that the flashing screen didn’t distract her. Usually Len would be upset at her for handling his favorite toy so unceremoniously, but in the current circumstances Asami couldn’t help but notice how the shutdown animation emulating a CRT looked not dissimilar to a flat line of a pulse monitor, as if the fancy box was not at all a toy, but a medical life support device. This way it appeared that what Asami had so abruptly ended was not just her son’s game, but his very life, which she could be confident that he wouldn’t mind.

And although logically it had to be just a coincidence, Asami decided to consider it as a confirmation that Len was indeed only happy to be deprived of the last remaining semblance of life, when his body chose that very moment to empty its bladder. With Rin’s head still mounting his penis, his urine first filled her mouth, as if even after they were both dead Len was still considerate enough to give his sister a taste, before finally overflowing right onto Tianyi. Feeling the fragrant liquid spreading through her hair, the girl threw her head back to let it flow on her face too, reveling in the tingly feeling of the salty urine filling her empty eye sockets, treating such a surprise gift as a sign of gratitude from her friends for her assistance in their death.

“XiaoAI, please call Gumi’s Mother,” Tianyi told her phone as she started to slowly fuck herself with the grater again, mostly just to keep her free hand busy.

The phone followed the instruction and after a couple of seconds a dry female voice responded: “Hello.”

“Hello,” the girl said. “This is Tianyi.”

“It shows on the screen,” Gumi’s mom pointed out with unconcealed hint of annoyance.

“Right,” Tianyi gulped, the woman’s stern attitude making her somewhat nervous. “I’m just calling to tell that Gumi is dead and won’t be coming home.”

“Is that all?” Gumi’s mom sounded like she didn’t consider the news to be worthy of bothering her with a call.

“Y-yeah,” Tianyi confirmed and was met with a disconnect tone before she could even finish the word. “I guess I should have just texted her,” the girl concluded.

“Like mother, like daughter,” Asami commented, as she has just finished collecting the dirty dishes onto a tray.

Before she could leave the room though another phone signalled receiving a message. Asami came up to the bedside table again, but none of the phones lying on it were lit up, meaning it had to have been the one put with its screen against the wall. Asami picked the phone up and saw that it had the camera app running. “It seems to be filming.”

“Miku set it up to film her dance,” Tianyi answered. “You can stop it with the power button.”

“Okay,” Asami did that, but it also turned the screen off. “Wait…” the woman pushed the button again and saw a lock screen with a photo of Miku kneeling on the ground with her legs spread, holding apart her labia to let a thick stream of semen drip from her pussy into a puddle on the floor. “How do I unlock it now?”

“As far as I know Miku doesn’t lock her phone,” Tianyi said. “So just a swipe will do.”

Asami swiped her finger along Miku’s naked form and indeed it successfully got her to the home screen. From here she didn’t have troubles in opening the notifications and reading the message, which expectedly was from the Japanese teacher.

“How many times do I have to tell you sending porn of yourself along with the homework won’t get you a better grade?” the message said. “Not that you need it anyway, because your work doesn’t have any major issues and is good enough to deserve an A by itself.”

Didn’t he realize, Asami wondered, Miku wasn’t doing it for a better grade, she was just enjoying exhibitionism.

In the meanwhile Tianyi had called Miku’s mother. “Hello, Tianyi, how are you?” a cheerful voice responded. “Is Miku with you? Please tell her that her cousins have come by and want her to come home soon so that they can play with her.”

“I’m fine,” Tianyi said. “Miku won’t be coming home though, she hung herself. But we could send you a video if you want.”

“Oh, that would be great!” the woman replied excitedly. “Haku, Neru, come here. I don’t have a living Miku for you, but I have something better – a video of a dying Miku.”

Tianyi instructed Asami how to send a video and while they were at it another message arrived, this time to Gumi’s phone. Asami took it from the dead girl’s hand and turned the screen on, met with a plain standard wallpaper and a password prompt.

“You don’t happen to know Gumi’s password, do you?”

“She usually unlocked her phone with a fingerprint,” Tianyi replied. “The sensor is in the home button.”

“Aha,” Asami grabbed Gumi’s limp hand and held her fingers against the sensor one after the other, until getting to the right one which unlocked the phone. The message read: “Your grammar is perfect, but the style is very dry. You used a lot of complex or unusual words, which is a great show of your vocabulary, but may also make the text harder to read or appear overly formal, so do keep that in mind. Still a solid A though.”

Good grief, even teachers thought Gumi was too much of a nerd. Asami felt sorry for the girl who was just honestly trying her best. After all, the woman herself used to also be somewhat like that in her school years, which was probably why she was still alive.

“The hell you mean she killed herself?” angry shouting suddenly came from Tianyi’s phone as she’d called Flower’s dad. “Didn’t I beat her enough to hammer it into her head that only I am allowed to kill her? Ungrateful brat! Let her not bother with coming home then.”

“Uhm, of course she’s not coming home,” Tianyi tried to explain, “she’s dead.”

“No, she’s not not coming!” Flower’s dad insisted. “I’m prohibiting her to come!”

“Now that was just twisted,” Asami noted after the call was over. “She should have killed herself long ago if just to spite such a father.”

“This is probably where I’m supposed to say he just loves her in his own way,” Tianyi replied. “But that way is surely twisted.”

With no phones requiring immediate attention for now Asami took the chance to carry the tray with dirty dishes to the kitchen to wash them as Tianyi proceeded to the last call.

“I’m glad to hear he made such wonderful friends,” Piko’s mother said. “Thank you for taking care of my son.”

“Here,” Tianyi thought to herself, “this is how one is supposed to react to their child’s death, not get all mad.”

When Asami returned to the room with a couple of plastic buckets, Tianyi told her two more phones had signalled receiving messages while the woman was away. Asami then asked Tianyi to collect Flower’s and Gumi’s viscera to the buckets while she would deal with the phones. The girl complied and put her phone aside on the bed before crouching to the bodies on the floor.

“This must be Flower’s,” Asami picked up one of the signalling phones. “It has a cool looking guy with a katana on the wallpaper, so I’m going to assume that’s her boyfriend.”

“Actually, that sounds more like Piko’s phone,” Tianyi replied, feeling around for organs. “The guy must be Gakupo, his senpai from the kendo club.”

“Oh,” Asami uttered. “Any hints on unlocking it?”

“Try connecting it to that USB going from his butt,” Tianyi suggested, pulling Flower’s heart from her hand to throw it into a bucket. “It might recognize a familiar device.”

“That modern tech…”

“Scary, yes,” this time even Tianyi had to agree.

Surprisingly, it actually worked, so Asami could read the message: “This is a nice work, just a little bit short of an A. However, I noticed you using feminine pronouns and general style throughout. It's fine if that's your intention, so long as you're aware of that fact.”

“So he doesn’t just look and act like a girl, but even writes like one,” Asami chuckled before proceeding to the next phone, which showed a bloody pentagram on the screen. “Okay, now I see this one is Flower’s. And it asks for a pin-code.”

“That’s something I don’t know, unfortunately,” Tianyi admitted, pushing Flower’s body aside to get to the viscera under her.

“Hmm… I think I have an idea,” Asami put in all sixes. “Hey, I’m a hacker!” she jokingly proclaimed as the phone accepted the code.

“Your choice of words is good,” Asami read aloud, “but your text is very unstructured and more abstract imagery than a concrete story, despite the task, so I can't give you anything more than a C for it. Also some of what you wrote seems somewhat unsettling. Please know that if you ever need someone to talk to about anything, you can always come to me or any of your other teacher.”

“Now that’s just sad,” Asami commented.

“At least she got a happy ending,” Tianyi preferred to look on the bright side, as she found Flower’s knife and used it to properly cut her intestine off. “Killing herself for her own pleasure before her father could get to her.”

“I have a feeling he never would have actually killed her,” Asami said. “With that feeling of possession he considers to be love, he’d be too afraid to lose her.”

Finally a message appeared on one of Asami’s children’s phones. They were the same model and had the same picture on the wallpaper, which was a photo of the twins themselves in full nude, but playfully covering each other’s sex organs with their hands. Asami wasn’t sure if the twins themselves knew who was who on that photo or which of the phones was whose. After all, with both phones set to face unlock, either of the twins could just grab either of the phones and use it. So Asami pointed the frontal camera at Len’s face as a slightly more convenient target than his sister and unlocked the phone to read the message.

“I can trust that you actually did the work together and not just let one of you do it and the other copy afterwards,” the teacher wrote. “But even if otherwise the work could deserve an A, I’ll still have to give each of you just a B for blatantly sending two identical works. Learn to work independently, you won’t be able to rely on each other forever.”

“Well, that’s where he is wrong”, Asami thought to herself, as she took a photo of her dead children playing on the console together and sent it to the teacher along with a text saying on behalf of the twins: “Or can we?”

The teacher replied within a minute, sending the new message to the other twin’s phone probably just for the fun of it. Playing along Asami used Rin’s face for unlocking this time. “You’ve got me there,” the teacher admitted. “An A for each one then.”

“I told you they’d get a good grade,” Tianyi said after Asami read it; having finished with Flower’s intestines she proceeded to collecting Gumi’s. “They tried their best on that homework.”

“It seems like they did”, Asami agreed. “I actually promised Len a new console if he studies well,” she said, taking another loving look at her son, warmly recalling how his now dead eyes used to glow in anticipation. “And a violin for Rin. She wanted to learn to play it.”

“Ah, so that’s why they proposed we do the homework before getting to the fun,” Tianyi realized, following the trace of viscera onto the bed, taking one of the buckets with her. “They must have been trying to show their appreciation for the promised gifts by making sure they deserved them.”

“I think you're giving them too much credit,” Asami chuckled. “You're probably judging them by your own standards, but knowing my children, they would do something like that just for a laugh, finding the thought that they wouldn’t be around to reap the well earned reward so amusing it turned the efforts put into it from a tedious chore into all fun and play.”

“Now that you put it that way, that sounds more like them,” Tianyi agreed, recalling the twin’s playful attitude; as she found the upper end of Gumi’s intestine still attached to her stomach, she decided to cut that organ out all together. “But either way it means they were really looking forward to those gifts.”

“Of course they were,” Asami confirmed. “What kind of mother would I be if I didn't know what my children dreamed of?”

“Just by knowing what nice people they were, I can see you made a great mother,” Tianyi assured. “Speaking of seeing, is there any more viscera left?” the girl wondered, cluelessly feeling around on the bed.

“No, looks like you've collected all of it,” Asami noticed. “I can handle the rest of the cleaning, so you should probably go home before it gets dark.”

“I can still help,” Tianyi insisted, although for now she put the bucket on the floor next to the other and sat on the edge of the bed.

“You’ve helped enough,” Asami ensured the girl. “Since you’re not dead, your family will worry.”

“That I wouldn’t want,” Tianyi agreed and picked up her phone. “Okay then, XiaoAI, call a taxi home please.”

“Calling a taxi,” the phone answered. “From: Current location. To: Home.”

“By the way,” Asami said, “exactly why are you not dead? I mean, everyone else is.”

“No one really asked me to kill myself,” Tianyi shrugged. “If there were anyone who would be happier with my death than their own, then I’d be happy to oblige.”

“Well, I could…” Asami suggested hesitantly.

“Just not because they pity me,” Tianyi objected, “but only for their own pleasure.”

“I see,” Asami nodded. “You’re truly an angel, aren’t you?”

“Why, maybe I am,” Tianyi gave the woman a most pure smile. “I mean, thank you for the kind words.”

“You know,” Asami suggested, “with such an attitude you might even live long enough to have children of your own.”

“That would be nice,” Tianyi agreed. “Maybe I’ll even get to see them die? Though I guess I won’t be able to actually see it, will I?” the girl chuckled.

“Oh, right,” Asami realized. “Stand up please, so I can help you dress.”

Tianyi obeyed and Asami helped her put on her while and blue airy dress, matching arm warmers and black socks of different length, all of which had been tossed over the clothes rack along with the other guests’ garments. Just as they finished, Tianyi’s phone informed her that the taxi had arrived.

“Okay, which one’s your school bag?” Asami asked, looking at a pile of them beside the table where the children must have done their homework.

“The one with the Tian Dian charm,” Tianyi answered.

“You mean this white spherical creature with a single wing?” Asami assumed.

“Yes, that one,” Tianyi confirmed. “Cute, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Asami said, handing the girl her bag. “Now wait just another moment, I’ll grab the trash to throw out on the way.”

With that she took Rin’s head from Len’s dick and put it in one of the buckets full of viscera, pressing it down a bit so the head fit inside, then took Rin’s torso from behind Len’s back and under her arm, letting her son’s body fall on the bed as if in tired satisfaction, and finally grabbed the two buckets one in each hand.

“Okay, now hold onto my hem and let’s go,” Asami instructed.

They had to stop for a moment in the entryway for Tianyi to put on her boots, one blue and the other white, while Asami didn’t bother herself with footwear or any more clothes to add to the apron she was wearing, as she was going only as far as the dumpster a few houses away. So as soon as the woman took a step from the warm inside onto the crisp snow crunching under her bare feet the freezing air immediately sent pleasant chills over her body, and, taking a look at her companion, Asami was glad to see the girl shivering and having goosebumps, clearly enjoying the refreshing weather as much as she did. Spotting the taxi waiting on the road, Asami led Tianyi to the car and opened the front door for her.

“Cute eyeholes,” the driver gave the girl a complement, as she got inside.

“Thank you,” Tianyi smiled. “If you want, you can use them instead of my mouth on the way,” she suggested, bending down towards the man’s dick.

“Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?” Asami reminded.

Tianyi drew herself back up and gave the woman as a puzzled expression as she managed with her eyes missing.

“The grater,” Asami pointed out.

“Ah! Sorry,” Tianyi couldn’t see it, but she’d left a trail of blood from the house to the car. “I totally forgot about it,” she said, taking the kitchen appliance out of her tattered pussy.

“Well then, good bye,” Asami said, taking the grater from the girl’s hands and shoving it up her own ass as she needed both hands for the buckets.

“Good bye,” Tianyi replied, letting the woman close the door for her before returning her attention to the driver.

As the car drove away, Asami resumed her way to the dumpster. The biting wind was getting stronger and the clouds were piling up in the sky, promising an impending blizzard, and it made the woman wonder if after dealing with the children’s bodies she should make use of the pleasant weather and visit the local park to take a swim in its lake. She used to go there with her children all the time. In summer their favourite game was to take turns drowning themselves and having the other twin breathe life back into them mouth to mouth, considering whichever would fail to resuscitate the other to lose the game, but the twins’ restless spirit never let them properly finish it, as they would get bored and switch to something else halfway through.

And in winter the twins would get one of them underwater floating up flat against the ice while the other would lay on top of the lake just above them, and the two would just stay like that, each feasting their eyes on the image of the other visible through the crystal clear ice superposed onto their own reflection, imagining the surface to be a magical mirror that merged them both into one, until the bottom twin eventually ran out of breath. Asami could bet either of them would have loved to be left to drown so that they never got to leave such a merged state, but apparently at the same time neither wanted to lose the resuscitation game, so they ended up bringing each other back to life anyway.

Then for the times when the ice was not transparent, making it impossible to see anything underwater, as not a single ray of light could get there, the twins had another game they loved even more, as they got to act in favor of and not against each other. In this one they would dive into two ice holes at the opposite ends of the lake with lockable ankle weights preventing them from rising back to the surface, then walk on the bottom seeking for each other in the impenetrable darkness, as each would carry a key to the other’s weight. When they first came up with this idea, Asami considered it to be just a fun way the twins had chosen to kill themselves, aiming to spend their final moments reveling in the overwhelming longing for each other, the futility of which only made it better, elevating it to the level of utmost despair, further enhanced by all the surrounding cold and darkness.

So she’d bought them those weights and helped to put them on, then after watching her children disappear under the ice she went straight home with a clear conscience, collecting their clothes on the way to not litter the shore. Asami had been certain her children were no longer alive by the time she got home, so when she saw them come back in the middle of the night after they’d taken the chance of not being supervised to play outside until they got tired, with hypothermia making them as pale as ghosts, for a moment she almost believed in the afterlife. If only Asami had known her children would be able to actually make it out alive, she would have never bought them those ankle weights, because it ended up being a huge pain getting them back from the bottom of the lake every time.

Luckily, they didn’t play like that too often, as usually there were enough other children at the lake to engage the twins in their own more conventional games, sometimes just swimming around under the ice, sometimes going for underwater tag or blind man’s buff depending on its transparency. And when the weather was right with a blizzard like the one starting to build up right now, the children would excitedly get out of the water, foregoing getting any clothes back on or at least drying their bodies up, and merrily chase each other on the surface of the lake through the virtually opaque swirling snow that turned the ice holes into insidious traps.

Reminiscing about her children’s innate ability to draw fun from every moment of life or death, Asami almost walked past the dumpster. Children might be a happy burden, but certainly not a light one, so Asami breathed a sigh of relief when she could finally drop her daughter's body into the container before burying it under two buckets worth of viscera with Rin’s head mixed in. Just to think that some mere hour ago this head was full of hopes and aspirations, optimistically gazing into the future that held limitless possibilities, with each day bringing new joys and discoveries. And now look at her – with her unseeing eyes staring into space Rin had become entirely detached from the world and bereft of any sign of past liveliness, not a single thought would ever cross her mind again, not a single feeling would ever touch her heart, as her whole life was now not ahead, but behind her, complete and fulfilled. She could not even experience the joy of her own death, that very death rendering her unable to experience anything. But knowing the twins' playful attitude all their life, Asami had no doubts that for them such a paradox had merely served as the biggest source of amusement on its own. In a similar manner Rin’s remains turning from a part of an elaborate composition into just another piece of trash was only enhancing the beauty of that masterpiece.

A putrid smell made Asami peel her gaze away from her late daughter and notice an unkempt bum in dirty rags having come up looking to dumpster dive. That made her think how with five more bodies to go she could really use a man’s help. Which would also come in handy in getting pregnant again, because, drawing inspiration from the twins, Asami decided to arrange herself to die in childbirth. After all, now that she knew from experience just how much happiness having children could bring, the prospect of not being around for that joy became too amusing to resist.


You are EPIC!


No, you are epic. You all are epic.
Why, it doesn't work like with Keanu?
Well, whatever.
Here's some work in progress piece then.

Black Ice (Work In Progress)
(Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, kinda abortion, but more just enjoying the weather)

Asami didn’t want her children to turn into shut-ins. So when today again after coming home from school the twins went straight to their room seemingly intended to just stay there for the rest of the day, the woman decided it was time to do something about it.

“Put it there”, Len gestured towards the table without looking at his mother as she entered the room, as he assumed she has simply brought lunch. The boy was sitting on the edge of the bed with a gamepad in his hands, his eyes focused on the screen where some video game action was happening. He must have hurried to play this game so much he didn’t even undress properly after coming from school, still wearing his white shirt and yellow necktie. Rin was in a similar state of unfinished undress, only in her case it was a skirt that remained on her body. She was lying on the bed with a pillow under her chest as she was reading a book while absentmindedly fiddling Len’s dick with her feet.

“Hey, kids”, Asami said. “When was the last time you were outside?”
Len finally faced his mother to give her a confused look and discovered that not only she didn’t bring lunch, but she was also dressed in a nice dress as if planning to go outside.
“Like an hour ago?” Len answered.
“Right, when we came from school”, Rin confirmed.
“Going to school and back doesn’t count”, Asami objected. “All you do lately is just sit in your room all day long. You should breathe more fresh air”.
“But the weather is so dull”, Len gestured at the window.
“There’s neither snow nor wind”, Rin added.

So that’s what it was all about, Asami realized. While most children enjoyed playing in the rain or snow, the twins’ love for harsh weather went far beyond that, as for them it wasn’t about them playing, it was about them being played or better to say toyed with by the nature itself. So whenever the boring adults would shield themselves with umbrellas and raincoats, the cheerful twins would rather strip naked so that nothing would stand in the way of enjoying the rage of the elements with every bit of their bodies. And whenever falling trees and flying debris compelled any sensible person to seek shelter, the excited twins would rush outside and throw themselves at the storm’s mercy with such eagerness which Asami wished they would display when throwing themselves into her own embrace. But their favorite were heavy snowstorms, as aimlessly running in the nude among all the twirling snow that made the air so opaque they couldn’t see the way only relying for directions on the strong wind that pushed them around so hard it almost lifted them from the ground made the twins feel like they themselves became nothing more than another pair of snowflakes, so tiny and unsubstantial almost as if they didn’t exist at all anymore, instead blending with the rest of the snow and disappearing in it.

The only time when the twins were even more delighted about the weather was during a massive hailstorm. It happened during schoolday and all the children got excited about it, but the teacher insisted they should finish the lesson first, and most reluctantly obliged. Not Len and Rin though, who weren’t willing to take any chance of missing such a phenomenon, so not only they didn’t wait for the end of the lesson, but didn’t even waste time taking the stairs down, instead just jumping out right through the third floor window. At least with all the other windows broken by the hail on that day the school didn’t make Asami pay for the broken glass.

Rin landed on her right side, getting a couple of broken ribs and a hip fracture, and Len landed on his feet, breaking his left ankle and dislocating the right one, but also breaking his right leg, so not being able to support himself on his feet he immediately fell on his stomach. For both of the twins the flat contact with the ground painfully pushed the shards of broken glass that have cut their bodies all over even deeper, making the twins realize that same glass has also torn their clothes apart, as in the hurry they didn’t take time to undress before jumping. But neither the sadly ruined clothes they knew they would be scolded for nor the amusing injuries which at any other times would be so fun to play with concerned the twins at that moment when there was such a fierce hailstorm raging.

After quickly stripping out of the torn and bloodstained clothes the twins crawled a bit away from the school building to a more open area and spread their arms and legs widely in a hope to maximize the area of their bodies to be hit by the hail. They also turned onto their backs to face the sky so they could see and welcome the hailstones mercilessly bombarding them, but from time to time turned back onto their stomachs so that their backs could get some attention too.

The twins were mostly enjoying a steady barrage of golf ball-sized hailstones, the bruises coloring their skin with splats of various shades of purple until there became so many they all merged together, turning each of the twins into just one big colorful bruise. But then the lesson was finally over and the rest of the children rushed outside to play in the hailstorm. They were merrily running around picking up hailstones and throwing them at each other. In the meanwhile, as the twins’ injuries didn’t let them join the running, they just kept lying on the ground, now continuously mashed not only by the hail, but also by other children running right on top of them, not noticing the twins half-buried under all the hail covering the ground, or maybe noticing, but being too consumed by the general fun to bother to step around them, resulting in their bodies getting additionally decorated by a layer of shoeprints on top of even more bruises.

But as amusing as being beaten into pulp by both the nature and the crowd was, the real icing on the cake was occasional especially large hailstones, like a size of a grapefruit, which were not only heavier, but also could reach a much larger velocity in their fall. According to the twins, getting hit by one of those among all the golf-ball sized ones was like getting a ruthless punch from a boxer among a nice relaxing massage. One such a punch got Len a few broken ribs of his own, and another even revealed Rin’s early pregnancy by hitting her right in the womb and aborting it.

At first Asami couldn’t understand the reason behind the overwhelming delight with which the twins told her how they discovered the bloody lump pouring out of Rin’s slit to actually be a fetus, of which Len, of course, assumed he was the father. Sure, they discovered they had a baby, but since it was already dead anyway, why would it matter? Wasn’t it the same as if it never existed in the first place? But the twins then explained that it was exactly that which made the whole situation so amusing. The child’s existence only becoming proved by the end of that very existence was one big incongruity, and incongruity is of course known as a base of humor.

It was at that moment that Asami realized she has become one of those adults she herself used to find unbearably boring. For the reason she failed to find the fun in the unexpected abortion was because she didn’t even seek for it, while for the children it was just natural to derive fun from literally everything, and the less sense it made the better. Life itself was nothing but a game for them, and by extension so was death. Asami could totally imagine her children killing themselves just for fun one day, or rather the only reason they had not done so yet must have been because they were yet to come up with the most silly and thus most amusing reason for it that they could.

(to be continued)


(work in progress)

So now looking at the screen Asami could see that even the game Len was now playing involved flying in a wingsuit through a tornado that lifted up all sorts of junk from the ground. And while Asami couldn’t see what book Rin was reading, it too without a doubt was far more engaging than a simple walk in such a calm weather as established lately. No wonder the twins prefered to stay in their room these days.
“Okay, then how about we go to the lake?” Asami concluded. “You swim under the ice anyway, so the weather shouldn’t matter.”
“But the book’s just getting interesting,” Rin replied.
“You can always finish it later,” Asami noted, and before Len could chime in added: “Same goes for the game. Save it, get dressed properly and let’s go.”
“Fine, fine,” Len gave up, “can I at least cum first?”
“That you can,” Asami agreed. “I’ll wait downstairs then.”

As Asami left the room, Rin turned around, positioning herself in a way that let her take Len’s dick in her mouth while still reading her book.
“Y’know,” she said between licks, “maybe mom’s right, changing activities once in a while wouldn’t hurt us.”
“Well, maybe,” Len agreed reluctantly, shutting down his game, and seeing how it was saving his progress suddenly gave him an idea: “Hey, what if we drown ourselves in that lake?”
“Why?” Rin idly asked, turning a page of her book. “Ah, is that because mom said we should breathe fresh air from time to time?” she guessed. “But if we breathe water instead then just one time would be enough to make us never need to breathe any air again,” she realized with growing excitement. “Wow, that’s so clever!”
“That’s more clever than what I was thinking,” Len admitted, putting his gamepad aside.
“I just thought how mom said we could always finish our book and game later,” Len explained, pushing Rin’s head deeper onto his dick as he felt he was ready to cum. “But if we kill ourselves, then we won’t be able to do so.”
“Ha-ha, true!” Rin laughed and coughed as a stream of semen hit her throat. “Even if you say it’s not as clever, I actually like your idea more.”
‘You do?” Len asked, getting up from the bed to get dressed.
“But of course,” Rin swallowed the rest of her brother’s cum. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t care less if I need to breathe air or not. That’s something my lungs do on a reflex anyway. This book on the other hand is really engaging and there’s nothing I’d love more than to know what happens next. I guess you feel the same about your game? So the idea of killing ourselves for the sole purpose of never being able to finish those… ha-ha-ha,” Rin couldn't help but just burst into laughter half-sentence. “Ah, this must really be the silliest reason to kill oneself for”, she had to wipe her eyes from tears of heavy laughter.
“Told you yours was more clever,” Len pouted, throwing Rin’s clothes onto the bed so she could get dressed too.
“Who cares about clever?” Rin replied. “There’s nothing clever in killing oneself in the first place. It’s the most silly thing one can possibly do, which is exactly what makes it so fun.”
“So I take it you’re in then?” Len asked, as he finished dressing up and took a pen and a piece of paper.
“Absolutely!” Rin nodded, also getting up from the bed after getting dressed. “Hey, what are you writing?”
“A kind of a suicide note, I guess,” Len explained. “So how can we finish our book and game now? Or something along the lines. Speaking of which, should I also add something about breathing fresh air too?”
“No, don’t,” Rin shook her head. “And I mean don’t write anything at all.”
“But then how can we make sure if mom gets the joke behind our death?”
“Well, see, we don’t,” Rin giggled. “How meta would that be?”
“Meta?” Len looked confused for a moment. “Ah, I get it,” he then nodded. “We’re killing ourselves for a silly joke of not getting to finish our book and game, but then we’ll also never even see that joke to the end, exactly because we’ll have killed ourselves as a key part of that very joke. Damn, I’m not even sure anymore if that’s utter silliness or greatest genius!”
“Maybe they’re just one and the same,” Rin concluded, taking the paper on which Len was planning to write his note from his hands. “The only thing that matters is just how fun it is.”
“That it certainly is,” Len agreed. “Wait, are you bookmarking your book? What’s the point?”
“There is none,” Rin smiled. “And that’s the whole point.”

(to be continued)


Very interesting concept. I like it.


Those Rin and Len probably are dying every day. I guess they may even kill themselves to save time walking home LOL


That would be something that would happen in the universe of Siyana's Daily Life where one's body can regenerate even from beyond death (more precisely I was thinking cutting one's own neck when on a long ride on a bus or something like that), and even if your body is destroyed beyond repair you just get another clone.
But in these stories with Len and Rin death is final and that finality is an important part of what makes it so fun.
It all started when we were working on the Ikiro story, the moment when Rin thinks "bet they wouldn't expect my head to fly off" and one of options for this line was something like "what a laugh that would be" but Eterya said "it wouldn't be a laugh because she'd be dead by the time they would laugh" and I couldn't help but think hey but that would make it even more fun. Rin would die for a laugh, but wouldn't get to actually laugh exactly because of the fact that she would be dead, but that very incongruity is something to laugh at in the first place. In a sense it's like a cycle that doesn't have a start and only exists because it exists, like if a version of you from the future appears and gives you schematics for a time machine, so you build it, go to the past and give those schematics to yourself… where did they appear from in the first place? The more you think of it the less sense it makes, but the less sense it makes the more fun it is, but then since fun is the point in the first place, maybe it all makes perfect sense in the end?
Anyway, now I just can't get that idea out of my mind, so I ended up not only using it in Ikiro (when Rin anticipates how her classmates laughter would fall on dead ears), but also three times in the extended version of Suspicious Silence (with how the twins engineered the most fun part to come not until they are already dead so they can't really experience it, which in turn only makes it more fun; second time is with the new console and violin; third time when Asami looks at Rin's corpse and thinks how Rin can't even experience the fun of her own death but that is exactly what makes it so fun… oh, and there's also a fourth time in the end, isn't it, when Asami concludes she should do something like this too and die in childbirth, huh) and now I'm using it again in this Black Ice story. I guess I'm overusing this concept too much already, but it's just so much fun to think of.
Anyway, I think I might take a break from writing for now. I've finished Die Young and then wrote Suspicious Silence and Ikiro and an extended version of Suspicious Silence in a pretty quick succession and have probably exhausted my writing potential for now. Fun ideas for how Len and Rin could kill themselves keep flooding my head, but they don't want to so easily turn into words anymore.


These are wondeful stories. I like your Len and Rin stories the best!


Well, they are having way too many "final deaths LOL

I do not see any problem with doing something for a laugh even if you can't laugh at that time. According to the semantic you can laugh in advance while thinking about what it will be at that time.

So if you still go back to that story I suppose Rin should be laughing while setting up everything and in the end, when everyone is observing her in confusion having no clue why she is laughing she gives a demonstration why LOL


Thank you!

Well, they're all different timelines, obviously. Even different Len and Rin probably, as you can see Rin's attitude in Ikiro is rather different.
As for laughing, sure Rin can laugh in advance thinking of what's to come, but one of the things she's laughing at is how she wouldn't be around to laugh at the actual most fun part, but then the reason she wouldn't be around is because she would die, which she is doing exactly for a good laugh. So in Ikiro it's like on top of playing a prank on her classmates she also plays a prank on her own self.
Or like when the game says "YOU DIED". Seeing their death be confirmed like that would make the twins overjoyed and trill with laughter, but in order for their death to be 'confirmed' like that they must be already dead by that point, making it impossible for them to actually see it. The only way for them to achieve this ultimate triumph is to make sure they don't achieve it, and that whole incongruity is what makes it so fun, because as Asami noted in Black Ice, incongruity is the base of humor.
So the source of fun in dying for fun is knowing you wouldn't even be around to actually experience that fun. Sorry, I'm just repeating the same idea again and again, but I can just keep talking about it forever because it just keeps sitting in my mind and I enjoy savoring it, and I enjoy imagining how much Len and Rin savored that idea from the moment they decided to die until they actually did.

One of other ideas that I tried to make into a 100 words story but didn't quite succeed, was with an orgasm on a guillotine. Len fucks Rin while she's on a guillotine with the intention of dropping the blade once she orgasms, and thinking how her orgasm would mean the end of her life makes Rin more exciting then ever and thus making the impending orgasm into the greatest orgasm ever. But in the process Rin comes up with an idea to drop the blade just before the orgasm, playing a prank on herself of depriving herself of the chance to actually feel her greatest orgasm, but by that achieving an even greater orgasm. Since Rin's head would already be cut off when her body reaches the orgasm, she wouldn't get to actually experience it, but that very idea is exactly what makes it so exciting and making that orgasm into the greatest possible, greater than she could hope to achieve if she actually got to experience it. So once again the way to achieve the greatest possible orgasm is to make sure she doesn't achieve it, and that paradox is exactly what makes that orgasm into the greatest possible.
Then maybe there can be an after scene where Len holds Rin's head to see her body going wild and she thinks how it is indeed the greatest orgasm and there is nothing she would love more but to feel it, but it's not a regret, but a happy thought, because she is glad she gave her life in order to not feel that orgasm, because it is exactly that which made it possible in the first place.


I readed similar ideas in Aybee's stories from DGF recently.


What is that and where can I read it?


and part 7 there:

And in casual stuff "Spur of the Moment" by Neverthriving is a great example:
or "One Last Bit of cleaning" by PitPeeker:


So, I'm still kinda on a break with writing, but I was going to make a couple of 100 words stories and one I did make (the one with Rin paralyzed) and another turned out a bit longer, so here it goes.
Thanks to Eterya for editing.

The Delicious Cake
(original, hanging, casual)

The bell signaled the end of the last lesson for the day and the students enthusiastically started to pack their things, anticipating doing whatever each of them was planning today. I, for one, was going to my friend’s birthday party. Coldy was turning ten today, a round number, so I was expecting quite a lavish meal for such an occasion, with a big cake with ten candles as its centerpiece. She was always bragging what delicious cakes her mom baked, so I was looking forward to finally having a chance to try it for myself. However, before any of us could exit the classroom, our teacher Miss Cutthroat suddenly said with a strict and loud voice: “Stop right there, class.”

With some disappointed muttering we returned to out seats. What could possibly be the matter?

“There was a hundred dollar bill here on my table,” the teacher said. “Who took it?”

Nobody answered.

“If no one is going to confess, I’ll have to punish the whole class,” she threatened.

But we all well knew she wouldn’t do it. She had the power to do so alright, but if she was left without students, who would she yell at? No, she enjoyed abusing children too much to just go and kill us all at once.

“I can wait,” Miss Cutthroat said. “Nobody’s going home until the culprit confesses.”

Was she even sure someone from the class took it? Maybe it’d just fallen under a table or something. Had she at least looked for it? Of course she hadn’t. So the whole class might get stuck in the classroom for a hundred bucks that no one even actually took.

As time went on and nobody confessed, I became more and more convinced that nobody had taken the money. Surely there wasn’t anyone in the class who believed that the agony of a slow hanging could be any worse than this torture by boredom? It was almost a shame that I didn’t take that money so that I could now confess and get this bullshit over with.

Though wait a minute. Couldn’t I just confess even if I didn’t take them? I suddenly realized I happened to have exactly a hundred bucks on me, and even in one bill too. My parents had given it to me in the morning so that I could buy a present for Coldy.

“Fine,” I said, coming up to the teacher with a hundred dollar bill in my hands. “I took it.”

“You made the right choice, Wormfood Deadcorpse,” Miss Cutthroat said, taking the money. “Believe me, living with the guilt would hurt much more in the long run.”

I tried to hide my smirk, as I thought that while I couldn't say anything about guilt, I got a feeling that living with her as a teacher certainly would.

I walked up to the noose that always hung in front of the blackboard for cases like this, put it around my neck and Miss Cutthroat pushed a button on the wall near her table making the rope gently lift me just enough so that my feet couldn’t reach the floor. At first it felt almost nice not having to support my own weight, but since to save the time I’d made sure to breathe out as much as I could before my throat was blocked, it didn’t take long for the burning in my lungs to cause my body to panic. I felt so silly as logically I perfectly understood how pointless it was and willed for nothing but to stop struggling, and yet my body didn’t obey me, my legs kicking about on their own in futile attempts to reach the floor and my hands gripping the noose on my neck, trying to pull it off. Come on, me, can’t you just, like, die and get over with it? We’re making the class wait.

“Do we have to watch it to the end?” I heard Coldy sigh boredly. “The school hours are long over and I kinda have a birthday party planned.”

Yeah, I can totally sympathize with you, I thought through the agony. Slow and painful death is only fun to watch for the first dozen times, once you get used to it slow just equals boring. Hell, even I felt kinda bored hanging here after seeing so many friends meet the same fate. As excruciating as it was, every bit of it was also totally expected. But at least I got to actually experience the agony. The rest of the class had to just sit and watch.

“And what do you think is the point of this kind of execution, Coldmeat Sweetpoison?” Miss Cutthroat asked.

“So that one doesn’t steal again?”

“For that we could just kill the culprit quickly and painlessly,” the teacher objected.

“Then to make one suffer?” Coldy guessed.

“What, suffer for the sake of suffering?” Miss Cutthroat sounded almost offended by such a line of thinking. “How inhumane would that be.” Yeah, like she didn’t make us all suffer much more just by being out teacher.

“No, to make them contemplate what they did,” my friend elaborated.

“And what good would that do if they’re going to die anyway? No,” Miss Cutthroat explained. “The goal is for you, the rest of the class, to watch the culprit suffer and through that learn not to steal. Which means if I let the class go without watching, your friend’s suffering would be for nothing.”

No, bitch, I put that noose on myself for the sole purpose of you letting them go. It would be for nothing if you don’t. Though while they were having that dialogue I’d already exhausted most of my strength, so it wasn’t long until I’d die and she would let everyone go anyway. But still that attitude of hers annoyed me more than the suffering itself.
“So for which do you care more?” the teacher continued. “Your friend’s last moments or the cake waiting for you at home?”

I chuckled. Kinda. Well, I would have if my throat wasn’t squeezed shut by the noose. Anyway, I couldn’t help but find it extremely funny how Miss Cutthroat spoke with such confidence like she’d just won the argument, while in truth she’d lost it.

“The cake of course,” Coldy replied without hesitation. Yup! I knew my friend too well to expect any other response from her. In any other situation I would have found it irresistibly cute how much of a sweet tooth she was. But now I was thinking more in terms of how cool she’d owned the teacher.

“Oh…” Miss Cutthroat certainly didn’t expect such a turn of events. “Very well then, if that’s how you want it, everyone’s free for today.”

Through my blurry vision I could only see the vague silhouettes of my classmates noisily getting up from their seats and heading out of the room. Since I was already almost dead most didn’t pay my any attention walking past me as they hurried to get home sooner. Only one person stopped before me and it took me a moment to force my eyes to focus and see that it was Coldy. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was for not getting her a present, how I would have loved to take a bite of that cake or how I was amused by the way she owned the teacher in that argument, but instead of making sounds my tongue just stupidly hung out of my mouth.

Ignoring how silly I looked Coldy raised herself on her tiptoes and whispered into my ear: “It was me who took the money.” Before I could comprehend what she’d just said she gave me a sweet smile and ran away.

Now that was unexpected. I’d imagined Miss Cutthroat would eventually find those hundred bucks of hers and would have to live the rest of her life bearing the guilt of killing an innocent student, as living with guilt was something she herself claimed to be worse than death, so it would be just fitting for herself to end up in that position.

But it retrospect it made sense. Among the two of us my friend had always been the smarter one. And earlier today I had mentioned to her that I had a hundred bucks to buy her a present. So when Coldy saw the same sum of money on the teacher’s table, of course she’d taken it. Knowing I had a hundred bucks of my own she’d figured I would turn myself in and with me dead she’d get more of the cake for herself. It was a clever scheme very much in her style. I couldn’t help but admire and feel proud for her.

A shame it wouldn’t teach Miss Cutthroat a lesson she so much deserved, but in the end I was glad it turned out like this. Now I didn’t have to worry about the present, as Coldy still got the same hundred bucks. Nor did I have to worry about me not getting the cake, as it meant Coldy got more of it, which was precisely what she wanted. Not to mention that if she’d been the one to take the money it meant that she owned the teacher even more than I imagined. And as much as Coldy couldn’t wait for the cake, she took a moment to tell me that it was her who took the money, so that I knew everything was going according to her plan. It was so sweet of her. Now instead of spite for Miss Cutthroat my heart was filled with happiness for Coldy as I pictured her enjoying her mom’s famed cake. That was certainly a nice image to have in my mind in my last moments. And somehow my dying brain translated my immense pain into the sweetness of the cake in my imagination, which made it from an annoying to an actually welcome sensation.

But I didn’t get to enjoy it for long, as even that pain was now quickly fading with my consciousness slipping away. Can’t have the cake and eat it too, I guess. I couldn’t even tell what senses told me this, I just somehow knew that the rest of the class had left the room, followed by Miss Cutthroat, who didn’t even bother to check it I was already dead. Well, not that I’d last much longer anyway, and then the janitor could take care of my body later.

Alright, seems like I have just enough life left for one last thought. Well then. From the bottom of my heart.

Happy birthday.


So, since the last time I tried to write a song it ended up without any rhyme and rhythm, this time I decided to take an existing song and make a parody of it.
Once again, I'm no poet, have little knowledge of Japanese, and even less of music and working with Vocaloids, so it still sounds… not very good… anyway if there happens to be anybody here who actually knows how to do better, I'd be glad to share the source files, but for now it is what it is.




Here's a new trade with TheVisitorBlack for a change.

Sakura, Tomoyo and Sexual Education
(Cardcaptor Sakura, Kinomoto Sakura, vivisection, casual)

Even though it was not the first time Sakura was to Tomoyo’s place, the mansion never failed to impress her with its luxury and just sheer size. It felt like it belonged to a totally different world, making Sakura a bit uncomfortable to be here. There was even an indefinite number of maids, who seemed to have picked up a skill of making themselves transparent unless called for from the bodyguards who were also always invisibly present. Though given that all the bodyguards Sakura had a chance to catch a glance of happened to be female, might it be that they and the maids were actually the same people?

Sakura shrugged that thought off, returning to the homework. After all, this was why she was here in the first place, seeking Tomoyo’s help in her studies. Sakura was good in practical lessons like physical education or home economics, but the more theoretical it got, the harder it was to understand. No wonder her least favorite subject was mathematics, though the one with which she struggled today was biology. It might not be as disconnected with real life as math, but still studying how her body works was much less relatable than actually putting it to work in sports. Especially when it got to the reproductive system, with which Sakura had exactly zero practical experience.

“Va-gi-na,” Sakura read aloud with a shy blush on her cheeks. “So does it mean my peehole?” she asked, turning to her friend, sitting on the sofa next to her.
“No, that would be urethra”, Tomoyo replied.
“Where is that vagina then?” Sakura asked. “The book doesn’t quite make it clear”.
“Well, it’s a hole next to the peehole”, Tomoyo explained.
“Hoe?” Sakura uttered in confusion, looking down at her crotch. “I have another hole down there?”
“Indeed,” Tomoyo nodded. “It’s… well… how do I explain…” she paused to think. “Ah, I know!” she exclaimed with hardly concealed excitement. “It would be better if I show you!”
“What do you mean show?” Sakura grew suspicious.
“Come on, undress yourself!” Tomoyo ordered and without waiting for her friend to reply started pulling her dress off. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked”.
“Well, it’s true, but…” Sakura tried to object, but the dress being pulled over her head cut her off.
Indeed, Sakura wasn’t embarrassed to be naked in front of Tomoyo. They were both girls after all and best friends on top of that. However, so far each time Tomoyo made Sakura strip was to dress her up in one of her self-made costumes, and now that was the embarrassing part.
“Okay, and now the panties”, Tomoyo reached out as she was done with the dress.
“Wait,” Sakura stopped her. “I’ll do it myself”.
She was still wondering if it was just a ploy to make her wear another one of Tomoyo’s costumes, but it seemed like it couldn’t be helped, so Sakura just rolled with it and took her panties off, becoming totally naked safe for her socks. After all, Sakura did want the help with the homework, so she had no other choice but to spread her legs in front of Tomoyo, who was now kneeling on the floor in front of her.
“See, no need to be shy, you’re perfectly cute down here too,” Tomoyo said, admiringly looking at Sakura’s pussy. “Ah, I should probably make a costume that would emphasize this part of yours instead of covering it!” she said in a rush of inspiration.
“Would that really be okay to wear such a thing?” Sakura doubted.
“For a cardcaptor – sure”, Tomoyo nodded. “No outsider must see you capturing cards anyway, and you couldn’t possibly be so cruel to mind me filming you in such a costume for my personal collection, could you? Oh, speaking of which, I should film this educational session too in case you ever want to revise it”, Tomoyo left Sakura be for a moment to go grab her camera.
“Well, as long as you don’t show it to anyone…” Sakura muttered. “But what about Shaoran capturing cards with me? He would see me in that crotchless costume you’re talking about”.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t tell anyone”, Tomoyo promised, as she returned with the camera.
“No, that’s not the problem…” Sakura tried to explain, but her friend didn’t listen.
“Come on, open your legs,” Tomoyo said, aiming the camera at Sakura’s pussy.
“Fine…” Sakura gave up and spread her thighs wide. “Is that good?”
“You tell me”, Tomoyo said. “Can you properly see it?”
“I guess so”, Sakura said, bending down over her crotch to get a better view.

“Alright then”, Tomoyo said, “so you surely know you have this slit down here”, she traced it with her finger and Sakura quivered a bit, as she haven’t expected the touch. “But I reckon you haven’t tried spreading it out to look inside?”
“It never occurred to me”, Sakura confirmed.
“Look then, these two flaps, forming the slit, are called the labia”, Tomoyo explained. “And actually there are two pairs of them, as if you spread the labia majora like that, you’ll see the labia minora. And if you go past them…”
“Wait”, Sakura said. “It looks so pink and delicate, wouldn’t it hurt if you touch it?”
“Don’t worry, it’s just mucous membrane”, Tomoyo said. “Inside your mouth it’s also pink, but doesn’t hurt to eat, does it?”
“If you put it that way”, Sakura agreed.
“Moreover, it can actually feel very good to be touched down here”, Tomoyo continued. “Let me show you…” she was going to start rubbing her fingers along Sakura’s slit, but then stopped and said: “Actually, if you’re afraid it might hurt, my tongue would be a gentler touch, don’t you agree?”
“Hoe?” Sakura uttered in confusion, but the next moment Tomoyo was already licking her vigorously. “Hoeee!” she in bewilderment. “What are you doing? It’s dirty!”
“Nonsense”, Tomoyo replied. “There’s nothing dirty about you, Sakura. Better tell me, does it feel good?” Tomoyo asked before returning to eating her friend out. For a moment she wondered where she should aim the camera, but in the end decided filming the back of her own head wasn’t much fun, and so instead tried as much as she could without looking to point it at Sakura’s face to capture her emotions.
“Well…” Sakura tried to focus on her sensations this time. “It’s weird… kinda tingly… but I’ve never felt anything like that… actually it’s quite nice”, she concluded.
“Now that you’re properly wet I’ll switch to fingers so that you can properly see it”, Tomoyo said and in her thoughts added: “and so that the camera can properly capture it”.
“Okay”, Sakura agreed, now seeing that she was wrong to afraid of being touched.
“See, you can rub it like this,” Tomoyo explained along with the demonstration, now trying to position the camera to catch both Sakura’s pussy and face, “but the part most pleasant to touch is up here, called clitoris, covered by an aptly named clitoral hood”.
“Ah… wait… it’s to much…” Sakura complained, as Tomoyo went for her clit. “I think I’m gonna…” she couldn’t finish the phrase as her whole body suddenly tensed like a string for a few moments and a smelly liquid gushed right onto her friend’s face.
“Ah, a Sakura essence!” Tomoyo sighed blissfully, as she didn’t try to avoid the stream and only moved the camera out of its way, still unfailingly pointing at the orgasming Sakura, while happily turning her head left and right and up and down to get the liquid all over her face and on her hair and even catching some in her mouth.
“Oh my god!” Sakura exclaimed, too embarrassed to notice Tomoyo’s behaviour. “I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t be sorry, Sakura”, Tomoyo said. “Haven’t I said there is nothing dirty about you?”
“But I’ve peed all over you…” Sakura wailed. “No matter how you look at it…”
“It’s called squirting”, Tomoyo explained. “It happens to some girls when they orgasm”.
“Orgasm?” Sakura asked, still all blushing.
“That’s the climax of this kind of pleasure”, Tomoyo said, “felt good, didn’t it?”
“Well, it did…” Sakura admitted. “But aren’t you mad at me? Moreover, are you not going to wipe yourself?”
“I cannot possibly be mad at you, Sakura,” Tomoyo said. “If anything, I’m happy to see you feel so good. And I’ll proudly keep the result on my face as a proof that I have brought you such a pleasure”, Tomoyo added, relishingly inhaling the aroma and taking a chance to capture an image of her own self covered in the result of Sakura’s orgasm, or rather filming that result that just luckily happened to end up on her face, because it was still about Sakura before everything else. “Ah, there is no way I’m going to wipe it off!” she concluded.
“If you say so…” Sakura still thought it was weird, but when Tomoyo set her mind on something, there was no point in arguing.
“Anyway, what we just did is called masturbation”, Tomoyo returned to explaining. “You can also do it by yourself, but it feels better when someone does it for you, so please feel free to ask me anytime and I’ll be happy to help”.
“It isn’t unhealthy or anything?” Sakura asked.
“Not at all”, Tomoyo assured.
“Then why don’t everyone do it?”
“They do”, Tomoyo explained, “just in private”.
“Oh, okay”, Sakura understood.

“Let’s return to our lesson”, Tomoyo said, making sure to point the camera at Sakura’s pussy again.
“Ah, right”, Sakura nodded, as what has just happened made her totally forget what they were even doing in the first place.
“So, these outside parts constitute the vulva”, Tomoyo said. “But as I recall, you were wondering about the vagina”.
“I did”, Sakura confirmed. “You said it was another hole?”
“Look closely”, Tomoyo said and Sakura bent further down, “See, if you spread your labia they actually hide two holes: here and here”.
“Oh, indeed!” Sakura discovered. “It never occurred to me there could be two holes in there”.
“So this one on top is the urethra”, Tomoyo pointed out. “This is where your pee comes from”.
“Then the other one is the vagina?” Sakura guessed. “What is it for?”
“This is where a boy’s penis goes”, Tomoyo explained. “This is called sex”.
“What do you mean goes?” Sakura blinked in confusion.
“Like this”, Tomoyo said and without a warning inserted a single finger all the way into her friend, and it slipped in easily given how she was totally drenched from before. “See?”
“Whoa!” Sakura squeezed in surprise. “It went inside?” Sakura sighed in relief seeing she wasn’t hurt. “How did it fit?”
“Oh, much larger things can fit inside, believe me”, Tomoyo said with a sly grin. “Especially if you train it”.
“Why would I train it?” Sakura asked in confusion.
“Well, firstly, because it feels good”, Tomoyo said, gently moving her finger inside Sakura. “You can masturbate inside here as well. Even better if you also use your thumb to simultaneously play with your clitoris”, Tomoyo said and did exactly that. “See?”
“Yeah, I… see”, Sakura agreed, feeling the pleasure.
“Secondly, it has a membrane called the hymen”, Tomoyo continued. “It has an opening in it, so a finger or two can fit”, she demonstrated it by adding another finger. “But a penis would tear it, which would be painful and somewhat bloody, so you might want to tear it by yourself beforehand to make your actual first time more pleasant”.
“Uhm… okay, I kinda see now how a penis can fit inside, but… why?”
“To make a baby of course”, Tomoyo said. “Which bring us to the third point: once the baby is ready it will be born through this very same hole”.
“No way!” Sakura exclaimed. “Seems like I have a lot of training to do if I want it to fit through”.
“I would be happy to help”, Tomoyo offered, as she kept pleasuring Sakura.
“Thanks”, Sakura said. “But anyway, how exactly does a boy inserting his penis inside me make a baby?
“For that purpose you vagina goes to your womb, which in turn is connected to ovaries…”
“Right, I think the textbook mentioned something like that”, Sakura recalled. “But it’s hard to get from just the text”.
“Even if you say so, I don’t think I can show you your insides too”, Tomoyo replied. “It’s not like I have an ultrasound scanner”.
“Well, you do have a knife”, Sakura nodded to the table with a half-eaten cut-up cake.
“A knife?” Tomoyo looked at the mentioned utensil in confusion and even stopped moving her fingers. “You don’t mean…”
“Just cut me up”, Sakura confirmed, putting her hand on Tomoyo’s, letting her know it was okay to pull it out. “It would be much better viewable than with ultrasound”.
“That it would”, Tomoyo couldn’t argue, picking up the knife and examining it’s blade in a daze as if it was the first time she ever saw it. “But weren’t you afraid of pain just a while ago?”
“I guess I’ll just have to bear it”, Sakura figured, as she pulled her legs up onto the sofa and turning herself alongside it to lie down. The sofa was comfy, but her pussy longed for the pleasure to continue, so Sakura quickly put her own fingers where Tomoyo’s just were. “You know so much and so far your visual explanation was much more understandable than the textbook and… more fun too… so I’d rather you don’t just stop half the way”.
“Ah, Sakura-chan”, Tomoyo said, “flattering me like that you leave me no choice”.
“Do you have to keep filming though?” Sakura asked with a blush, as she kept exploring masturbation. As Tomoyo said it appeared duller when done by herself, kinda like you can’t really tickle yourself, but not actually that bad. In fact, now that she was in control, she could try and see what brings her more pleasure or just go harder on herself. “I don’t think I’ll get to revise it now…”
“Well, even if you won’t…” Tomoyo said, imagining herself rewatching today’s recording again and again. “Anyway, are you ready?” she asked, as she put the knife against Sakura’s skin just above her pussy. The blade had some cake clinging to it and for a moment Tomoyo wondered if she should clean it first, but in the end decided she didn’t want to create a clinical atmosphere like it was an actual serious surgery. Instead, if she kept the knife as it was, it felt more like a casual continuation of their tea party, almost as if Sakura herself was another piece of cake.
“Sure”, Sakura nodded and Tomoyo pushed the knife inside of her. “Kyaaa!”
For a moment that scream painfully clenched Tomoyo’s heart, but then she noticed how Sakura’s shaking didn’t seem like one of agony, no, looking better she realized Sakura was actually cumming, once again accompanied by a smelly stream now going on the sofa. As surprised as she was by such a reaction, Tomoyo didn’t have time to stand stunned, so she suppressed her emotions and tried to finish quickly before Sakura’s pleasure subdued, cutting up to her navel. And of course Tomoyo wouldn’t be herself if even in such a situation she didn’t make sure to capture every moment of it on film.
“Wow”, Tomoyo sighed, as she withdrew the bloody knife, catching her breath and wiping a drop of sweat from her forehead, the blocked emotions catching up to her. “Did you just have an orgasm from being cut?”
“Sorry”, Sakura replied though an even harder breathing, “it seems I’ve stained your sofa”.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, the maids will take care of it”, Tomoyo said. “What’s more important, do you feel fine?”
“It’s weird”, Sakura said in a somewhat dreamy voice. “It does hurt, but it also feels kinda nice”.
“Glad to hear that”, Tomoyo said. “Can I lick you then?”
“Lick?” Sakura asked in confusion.
Tomoyo pointed to the cut. Along with blood it was smeared with the cake remains from the knife.
“Oh”, Sakura uttered, almost wanting to try it herself, shame she couldn't possibly bend so much. “Help yourself, I guess”, Sakura smiled invitatingly.
“Itadakimasu”, Tomoyo leaned to the cut and started slowly licking the mix of cake and blood from it, savoring the process.
“Ah!” Sakura exclaimed, but feeling Tomoyo stop, hurried to reassure her: “It’s alright, just tickly”.
“You’re absolutely delicious”, Tomoyo concluded as she finished, licking her lips, although some blood still remained on them and a couple of drops spilled down to her chin.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself”, Sakura said, “but can we return to the lesson until I bleed out?”
“Right, sure”, Tomoyo nodded, putting the knife back on the table and giving another look to the cut. It was neat and for a moment almost unnoticeable until more blood poured out to replace what Tomoyo has licked. “I guess you’ll have to spread the cut with your own hands”, Tomoyo concluded, as she was still dutifully holding the camera.
“I’ll try”, Sakura replied, and drove her fingers into her cut. “Ow…” it was slippery and painful. “Can you… you know?..” she nodded towards her crotch.
“Gladly!” Tomoyo cheerfully agreed and put her free hand to work on Sakura’s pussy again. “Feels better?”
“Yeah”, Sakura confirmed. Now that Tomoyo’s nimble fingers distracted her from the pain, she started pulling her skin and muscles apart, and while tearing them did hurt, forcing her to wince, now it felt less like a sensation in itself, and more like spicing for the pleasure of masturbation. “Is that good?” she asked.
“Should do”, Tomoyo confirmed, fascinatedly looking into the now gaping hole in Sakura’s lower belly, naturally not forgetting to film it too. “As expected from Sakura-chan, you look as perfectly beautiful on the inside as on the outside”, she commented. “Now hold it like that”.
“Well, I can hold it”, Sakura said, “but it doesn’t seem like I can actually see anything this way”, she noted, shifting up on the sofa to put her head on the armrest, but it didn’t give her a good enough angle anyway.
“Yeah, that’s a problem”, Tomoyo agreed. “Should I bring, like, a mirror?”
“Maybe you can just pull them out?” Sakura suggested. “My womb and those what they were called…”
“Ovaries”, Tomoyo said. “Okay, I’ll try”.
She reached for Sakura’s womb with her free hand and grabbed it, making Sakura shiver in an absolutely new sensation that she was never supposed to feel, and thus could not even categorize it as pain or pleasure. But certainly it was an interesting experience.
Tomoyo pulled and managed to lift Sakura’s womb along with the ovaries just above the cut, but the vaginal canal didn’t want to stretch any further, and it was still not enough for Sakura to properly see it.
“Guess I’ll have to cut it out”, Tomoyo concluded. “But at least you don’t have to hold the cut any longer”.
Sakura released the edges of the hole in her belly and it slowly closed itself, not completely, but enough for Tomoyo to put Sakura’s womb down onto her belly over the cut, so that she could grab a knife. Then she realized she had to hold both the knife and Sakura’s insides to properly cut them out, but she also didn’t want to put away the camera.
“Can you hold it for me so I can cut it?” Tomoyo suggested.
“Okay”, said Sakura, taking her womb into her own hands and pulling on it to stretch out the vagina. Like with masturbation, the sensation was a bit less acute this way, but also being in control let Sakura try out various things like gently stroking her organs or hardly squeezing them to explore all the various hues of this peculiar experience.
“I’m cutting”, Tomoyo announced and the knife slicing through Sakura’s insides added another one. This time it was more unambiguously painful, and yet still Sakura managed to find enjoyment in how this pain was unlike any she has ever felt before. For a moment Sakura wondered if she was a masochist, but then discarded that thought as silly. Clearly it was just that Tomoyo was such a good teacher that her lesson made Sakura genuinely curious about her body. “Are you alright?” Tomoyo asked, noticing Sakura heavily breathing.
“Yeah, just… curious”, Sakura replied, bringing her womb, remaining in her hands, but now not connected to her body, into her sight to closer examine it. Touching it didn’t bring any sensations now, but that in itself was fascinating in a way.
“Er… okay”, Tomoyo blinked in confusion, failing to follow Sakura’s train of thoughts. “Let’s get to the lesson then”, she decided. “So this bigger suck you’re holding is your womb and the two little ones dangling from it are your ovaries”, Tomoyo explained.
“And this thing?” Sakura pulled on a tube of flesh until her hand slipped from it.
“That’s the vagina”, Tomoyo said. “I’ve tried cutting it closer to the exit”.
“I see”, Sakura said and holding it with one hand shoved two fingers of the other into the cut off end, then thought for a moment and added two more. “It’s quite stretchy”, she noted.
“As I said, a baby is supposed to come through it”, Tomoyo said.
“Right”, Sakura remembered, “you wanted to tell me how a baby is made”.
“Indeed”, Tomoyo nodded. “So, for that purpose here in the ovaries you have a set of eggs”.
“Eggs?” Sakura asked in confusion. “What, like chicken eggs?”
‘Well, kinda”, Tomoyo confirmed. “Human eggs are different, of course, they don’t grow as big or have a rigid cell, but the function is the same”.
“Wow”, Sakura was sincerely bemused. “I never knew humans laid eggs”.
“No, no”, Tomoyo hurried to correct the misunderstanding. “Humans don’t really lay eggs… unless you count menstruation, I guess”.
“Ah, and you even say I’m a good teacher”, Tomoyo sighed.
“You are”, Sakura assured. “It must be that I’m a stupid student”.
“Okay, let’s try it from the other end”, Tomoyo said. “You must know from the textbook that a baby is formed from a male and a female sex cells”.
“It said something like that”, Sakura confirmed.
“So, the female sex cells are called eggs”, Tomoyo said, “and they are stored in your ovaries”.
“Ah, okay”, Sakura nodded. “So they don’t taste like chicken eggs then?”
“No”, Tomoyo said automatically before realizing what exactly Sakura just asked and falling silent for a while. “Actually, I have no idea”, she said in the end, “it’s not like I’ve ever tried them”.
“I wonder what they taste like”, Sakura said, twiddling one of her ovaries between her fingers. “Can you cut it open for me?”
“Huh, I guess that’s learning too”, Tomoyo concluded and took the knife again. “Hold them steady”.
With Sakura’s help she did an incision first on one of her ovaries. Then Sakura took it with both hands and opened the cut more to reveal the insides before digging in, making sure to properly savor the taste in her mouth before swallowing.
“Not chicken eggs indeed”, Sakura concluded. “More like caviar. You know, you should try it too”, she suggested.
“Can I? Tomoyo asked with sudden excitement. Tasting Sakura’s squirt was one thing, but her eggs? As perverted as Tomoyo admitted she was, something like that would never even occurred to her, and now Sakura was just offering it all by herself. Who was the pervert now?
“Sure”, Sakura said with a friendly smile. “You treated me to a delicious cake, so it’s only fair if I treat you in return”, she said handing Tomoyo her other ovary.
No, Tomoyo understood, in the end it was only her who was perverted. Sakura did it exactly because she was completely pure.
“Okay”, Tomoyo said. A part of her felt she didn’t deserve it, but she didn’t want to offend Sakura by refusing, and to be honest it was just too hot to resist. Tomoyo cut Sakura’s remaining ovary and licked the eggs out of it. Ah! Not only the taste was exquisite, but just knowing these were Sakura’s eggs made her head spin. “You’re delicious, Sakura-chan”.
“Glad you liked it”, Sakura smiled again. “Now, what were those eggs supposed to actually be used for?”
“Right”, Tomoyo continued the lesson. “During the childhood they’d just sit in the ovaries. But when you grow older…” Tomoyo looked at the half-open hole in Sakura’s belly and the cut off and partly eaten reproductive system in her hands. “If you grew older,” she corrected herself, “you’d start experiencing a monthly cycle. Every month an ovary would release a ripened egg into the womb, that’s called ovulation. If it meets a sperm – a male sex cell – on the way, it would develop into a baby in the womb for the next nine months until it gets born, and if not it would end up exiting through your vagina along with some blood, and that’s called menstruation”.
“You mean I’d bleed from down there? And every month too?” despite much more bleeding happening to her right now, Sakura found such an idea extremely gross. “Good thing I won’t live up to such a day now”, she sighed with sincere relief.
“Well, that’s one way to avoid the period”, Tomoyo laughed. “Or you can just go and make a baby, then you wouldn’t bleed until it’s born”.
“Not that I mind having a big family, but making a new baby every nine months sounds a bit too much”, Sakura returned the laugh. “Speaking of which, how do I do it again? I think you mentioned something about the egg meeting… what was it again?”
“A sperm”, Tomoyo reminded, “remember when I said a boy’s penis goes into your vagina?”
“Right, you said it was called sex”, Sakura recalled.
“And it’s supposed to feel even better than masturbation, or so I’ve heard”, Tomoyo said. “Then, when the boy reaches his own orgasm, his penis releases semen – a fluid that contains sperms”
“So that’s how they meet up”, Sakura figured out.
“See, you’re not a stupid student at all”, Tomoyo pointed out. “Is there anything else you’d like to know?”
“I think that’s all”, Sakura said, “so thanks for the lesson”.
“You’re welcome”, Tomoyo replied and after a bite of silence added: “So… what now?”
“I die?” Sakura answered, unsure what else Tomoyo could expect to happen.
“Yeah, but what do I do with your body?” Tomoyo asked.
“Oh… I haven’t thought of that”, Sakura admitted. “What would you like to do?”
“Well, if you put it that way”, Tomoyo said, “I’d really love to make you into a doll!”
“Hoe-e-e?” Sakura howled. “So it was a ploy to make me wear costumes after all!”


When Sonomi came home late in the evening, Tomoyo rushed out of the mansion to meet her.
“Okaerinasai, mother”, she said, the evident excitement never causing her to forget her manners.
“Tadaima”, Sonomi replied. “I’m sorry, even if you’ve told me Sakura would come to our place today, it was such a busy day at work I couldn’t come. She surely must have left by now?”
“Oh, she’s not leaving anywhere”, Tomoyo smiled slyly. “Come!”
Tomoyo led her puzzled mother to their lily pond, and as soon as it was in sight Sonomi could see Sakura sitting at the patio table, indeed showing no indication of hurrying to leave.
“Ah, hello, Sakura-chan!” Sonomi waved from afar, but Sakura didn’t raise her lowered head, seeming to be taking a nap. Sonomy decided to keep quiet then, not wanting to wake the guest up, and as she approached closer noticed Sakura’s peculiar costume. She was wearing thigh-high stockings and shoulder length gloves, both pretty fancy, but not really unusual by themselves, what really drew attention was that there were no other clothes besides those.
“How have you managed to make her dressed, or should I say undressed like this?” Sonomi asked, but before Tomoyo could ask, noticed something else. Sakura's skin was unnaturally pale, her eyes weren’t really shut, but just empty and stared into nothingness, and she had a cut on her lower belly sewn with cute pink lace.
“Oh, my!” Sonomi exclaimed in surprise and covered the remaining couple of meters in a single dash. Falling to her knees she took Sakura’s wrist. There was no pulse and the hand fell limply as soon as Sonomi released it. She then took a small flashlight out of her handbag and shone it into Sakura’s eyes. As expected, there was no reaction. “She’s dead, isn’t she?” Sonomi concluded with excitement. “So she’ll never grow up and get stolen by some handsome teacher or something? We can have her all to ourselves?”
“Indeed, mother”, Tomoyo smiled, helping Sonomi to get up. “Now, why don’t you join the meal?”
Sonomi has finally turned her attention to the table. On it there was a plate with a cooked human womb. A child’s womb, to be precise.
“I don’t know how you’ve talked her into it”, Sonomi said. “But you’re the best daughter ever!”


Wonderfully cute story!



And here's the long-awaited (I hope) next part of Black Ice:

When the twins dressed up and came down to their mother, she couldn’t help but notice their beaming smiles.
“See”, she said. “We haven’t left the house yet and you’re already gleaming with anticipation. And you didn’t want to go!”
Instead of a response the twins only giggled, exchanging sly glances with each other.
“Thought up some new amusement again”, Asami guessed. “What is it this time, will you, Rin, stuff your pussy full of icicles, or will you, Len, get your dick stuck to metal?”
The children exchanged meaningful glances once more. Mom’s suggestions sounded quite appealing and the twins immediately wanted to try them out. And if she, and adult, managed to come up with something so fun out of the top of her head, then how much more varying and irresistible amusement could they invent on their own throughout life. Without a doubt they were awaited by countless new ways of having fun, a lot that they always wanted to experience, but just didn’t get around to so far, and by orders of magnitude more which they never even knew existed. And now they never would! The twins could barely contain their laughter at that thought.
“Something even better”, Len said.
“But it’s a secret”, Rin added.
“You’ll see for yourself”, Len promised.
“Or maybe you won’t”, Rin smiled slyly.
And then the twins looked deep into each other’s eyes and synchronously thought, almost jumping with delight: “But we will certainly not get to see it anymore!”

All the way to the lake the twins couldn’t contain their glee, one second shooting ahead, the next running in circles around their mother, but never settled for just walking at a leisurely pace, almost as if the weather wasn’t dead calm, but their favourite snowstorm instead. Trying to at least somewhat reign the kids in, Asami decided to occupy them with a conversation.
“How’s it going in school?” she asked.
“Miku put such a stunt today again”, Rin replied.
“Yeah, she took a giant dildo with her to the PE lesson,” Len started the story.
“She set it vertically on the floor under herself, pointing the tip at her pussy”, Rin continued.
“And then lowered herself onto it until she did a full cross split”, Len concluded.
“She even walked with this thing inside of her for the rest of the day”, Rin added.
“I wonder just how huge the insides of her pussy are?” Len said.
“And what will she come up with next time?” Rin gave a wink to her brother.
“Indeed”, Len winked back. “It’s impossible to predict what can enter her mind”.
“We can only wait and see for ourselves”, Rin said.
“I can hardly wait”, Len agreed.
“The key is to not to skip school”, Rin pointed out, unable to contain a smile.
“Indeed, all the best stuff always happens when we’re not around”, Len confirmed.
And then the twins burst with merry laughter.
“And what about the studies?” Asami asked. “Do you at least properly do your homework?”
“Of course we do”, Rin assured.
“Haven’t done yet today though”, Len admitted.
“But it’s not going anywhere”, Len chuckled.
“We can always do it after the walk”, Len agreed.
“As we breathe some fresh air, our brains would function better too”, Rin said.
Ha-ha, brains! Soon their brains wouldn’t function at all. Even these very thoughts that brought them so much fun right now, would not remain, and neither would the fun. And that was exactly why it was so amusing.
“Study well and then I might buy you a VR set”, Asami promised.
“Really?” Len’s eyes lit up. “I will finally get to experience that full immersion everyone’s talking about?”
“Hey, a VR is for Len, but what for me?” Rin asked.
“And what would you like?”
“A violin!” Rin said. “I always wanted to learn to play violin!”
“A violin it is then”, Asami agreed. “Just study well”.
Rin took both both of her brother’s hands into hers and the twins broke into a childish dance around each other, casting away their shoes in the process so that they could better enjoy the feeling of cold snow under their bare feet. There was no need for words as they could clearly see in each other’s shining eyes the sincere anticipation for such gifts. For Len becoming so absorbed by a virtual world he could forget about the real one existing, and for Rin learning to make the violin produce it’s elegant and graceful music she loved so much by her own self, these were the twin’s most cherished dreams. And now they would never come true! So much joy, so much happiness was within arms reach, but just by one little silly joke the twins made it certain that they wouldn’t get to enjoy any of that.
“See, you’ll never get to even put your longed-for VR set on”, Rin’s delighted eyes said, as she was overcome with laughter.
“And you’ll never get to even hold your beloved violin in your hands”, Len replied in a similar way.
Ah, the thought of killing themselves was getting more and more amusing with every minute!

As the lake got within sight, the twins have fully succumbed to their delight and rushed towards it ahead of their mother, casting off their clothes on the way. But upon reaching the shore they have suddenly stopped. Instead of the usual vast white surface the naked twins were met by an equally vast, but black one. It took the twins a couple of seconds to realize that the surface itself was actually transparent, and the blackness came from water underneath.
“What a transparent ice!” Rin uttered in amazement.
“I never thought it could be like that”, Len agreed.
“Can you imagine how many more amazing things we have never seen?” Rin said in delight.
“And never will!” Len supported her mood.
“Enjoying the view?” asked Asami who has finally caught up to her kids.
The twins looked back at their mother worriedly, wondering if she overheard them, but it seemed like she didn’t. In her hands she held the children’s clothes that she picked up on the way, and the twins couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought that it was in vain, as they would never need any of those again. No, not just the clothes, they would never get to see their mom anymore! Next time only she would see them, and even then it would already not be really them, but just lifeless corpses that would remain of them. The kids wondered what face mom would make at that moment and smiled at the thought that they’d never get to know it.

“Well then, you go swim in the lake, and I’ll bask in the sun here, since the sky’s so clear”, Asami said as she undressed herself and laid down on the snow.
The kids joined hands and merrily ran further on top of the lake in search of a suitable icehole to dive into and never come back up. Even though the weather was far from a harsh snowstorm like they prefered, the cold air was still giving them pleasant goosebumps all over their naked bodies and the ice under their feet was gently nibbling at their soles. But the warmer weather also meant that the ice was more slippery than the twins were used to, so maybe because of that, or maybe because they were too absorbed with the thoughts of their upcoming death, they slipped. Or rather Rin slipped first, but as she was holding Len’s hand she instinctively pulled it, trying to steady herself, but since he was on the same ice he just slipped too and because of Rin’s pull ended up landing on his back before her, cushioning her own fall. The impulse of Rin landing on top of him even made Len slide along the ice for a short distance, further intensifying its cold bite all over his bare skin, nicely contrasted by Rin’s warmth pressing into him from the other side.
“Whoa”, Len laughed, “you sure mastered the art of falling”.
“Yeah”, Rin joined the laugh, raising her head a bit so she could look into Len’s eyes, “you make a great safety bag”.
“Oh!” Len’s eyes lit up. “That gives me so many ideas! Mainly of the ‘being crushed’ sort”.
“Sounds great!” Rin supported his enthusiasm. “Even more fun things we’ll never get to try out”.


haha, that was funny
I just did not understand if this story started fresh or from where the first part left :)

Although ideologically I would rather prefer that instead of saying they never get to hold violin or VR in their hands, they should rather be happy that they will not need any of that anymore ;)

Saying they will not get to do it would imply more that they stay alive but incapable of doing that:)

This gave me an idea for another story where those two receive gifts they wanted for so long but instead of trying them they make sure they cannot use them ever and then fantasize how great it would have been.


> haha, that was funny

> I just did not understand if this story started fresh or from where the first part left :)

It's the third part, so it continues from where the second part left.
Though a 'part' in this case is just how much I happen to write in one go. Like this last one ends almost mid-sentence, because this dialogue will be directly continued in the next part. When I finish, I'll post the whole story without dividing in into chapters, that way it would make more sense.

> they should rather be happy that they will not need any of that anymore

I dunno, that doesn't sound right to me.
The point is in the joy that the VR and violin would bring them.
So they're not happy that by being dead they won't need the joy.
But they're happy that by being dead they will not get it.
Makes sense?
To be more precise they laugh at the thought that by killing themselves for fun they would become unable to ever experience any more fun. Not that they would never need any more fun.

> This gave me an idea for another story where those two receive gifts they wanted for so long but instead of trying them they make sure they cannot use them ever and then fantasize how great it would have been.

If you're ever want to write a story or make a picture set inspired by my stories, by all means you're welcome.


>>But they're happy that by being dead they will not get it.
>>Makes sense?

Yes, I understand it and it is fine, as this paradox seems to be the main topic of many of your stories.
But I mean that if they are dead they do not need it anymore too, so they cannot experience that "loss", their dreams die along with them.

On the second thought if you refer to that issue just as their subjective motivation for doing such thing it makes much more sense :)
Motivation does not need to be entirely rational or logical.
Now after all that thinking and seeing it from another perspective, I actually like your idea even more.
Killing themselves so that they would never need to experience those things would be way less fun ;)


Okay, I'm glad we could come to an understanding.
Wish my point was more clear from the story itself and didn't require additional explanation though…

Anyway, regarding that idea of them actually receiving the gifts. Are you actually planning to do something with it, or were you more just thinking aloud? Because now after sleeping on it I have some thoughts on how it could go. So if you want I can share them with you, or you might just wait and see if I eventually write a story of my own on it.


You have quite an extraordinary story logic, so no wonder it takes some time and effort to get into that ;)

Let's say that I was just thinking aloud as it was an idea which came to my mind as in most cases, when I read some story I often think alternative versions how it could happen ;) sometimes to the level where instead of reading the story I totally get into my own version instead LOL

Most likely I will not turn it into the real story as doing it in pictures is probably not a good idea because there is no action, just talking. Since you mentioned that there is a chance that you can write it yourself I would be very happy to read your version instead.

Although if you have a good idea how to do it in pictures and want to see how it looks like, I probably could do it. At this moment I even don't know what present they could get and what they could do.


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Today's portion of Black Ice (work in progress).

“Oh!” Len’s eyes lit up. “That gives me so many ideas! Mainly of the ‘being crushed’ sort”.
“Sounds great!” Rin supported his enthusiasm. “Even more fun things we’ll never get to try out”.
“Indeed,” Len agreed. “Like we could…”
“Wait”, Rin put a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell me”.
“Why?” Len asked puzzled, but the next second realized: “Ah, it’s so that you would never even know what awesome things you’re going to miss!”.
“Exactly”, Rin confirmed. “Learning about them would be fun in itself, wouldn’t it?”
“Rin, you’re a genius!” Len said in sincere admiration.
“Oh, want something even more genius?” Rin asked, rolling off from Len to his side, so that now they were laying in parallel without touching each other.
“What do you have in mind?” Len asked with enthusiastic interest.
“So you want to finish that game you were playing, right?” Rin apparently started from afar.
“You even ask!” Len answered. “It’s just mind-boggling! And I can’t even imagine how much better it would be in VR. That’s something I just have to see with my own eyes!”
“And it’s the same for me”, Rin agreed, smiling at seeing the earnest passion in his eyes. “The book I was reading is so interesting, the plot is so intriguing, I absolutely have to see where it goes. And the violin, ah, the violin, its sounds are truly magical, so in a sense learning to play it is like becoming a magical girl, how much I would love that is just beyond words”, Rin said with dreamy voice.
“So what are you trying to say?” Len asked puzzled. “Because you almost sound like you don’t want us to kill ourselves after all”.
“What?” Rin was taken aback by such a proposition. “No, that’s exactly why we should do it!” she adamantly insisted. “I was just leading to the point that focusing our thoughts on all the fun we wouldn’t get, we have missed the most important”.
“What can possibly be more important than fun?” Len chuckled, finding that idea absurd.
“That we have each other”, Rin explained, looking straight into Len’s eyes. “And now we won’t”, she spoke in a deliberately soft and calm voice.
Len had to take a second to process that thought.
“See, I’ll never have you anymore”, Rin whispered almost if afraid that if she spoke it loudly it wouldn’t happen.
“And I’ll never have you”, Len understood, speaking in an equally low voice as the realization took his breath away.
“We’ll never be together again”, Rin uttered a bit louder, as her excitement grew stronger.
“We’ll never be at all”, Len continued, as if the twins were caught by a whirlpool of reinforcing each other’s delight.
“We’ll never share another kiss,” Rin said breathily, as her eyes were expressing the most desperate desire to press her lips against her brother’s that she ever felt, yet despite how close they were, she made no attempts to act on it. But she didn’t try to suppress the desire, quite the contrary, she let it spread over every cell of her body and conquer her soul. And the more that desire started to define her, the more funny it was to make sure she would never have it fulfilled.
“Never hug each other,” Lin replied in manner, his return gaze starkly expressing similar lust that swept over him to grab Rin’s body in one last most loving embrace, but exactly because of how unbearable that longing was, he kept lying perfectly still, only smiling widely.
“Or hold hands,” Rin continued, reaching for her brother’s hand.
“What the?!” Len jerked his hand away a moment before Rin would touch it.
“Just kidding”, Rin chuckled, her playful eyes telling she knew he would remove his hand.
“Oh”, Len realized, “we’ll also never play another loving prank on each other”.
“We won’t even love each other anymore”, Rin pointed out.
“Because there won’t exist any us who would be capable of love”, Len concluded the thought.
“Ah, I never contemplated just how much joy there is in simply being alive,” Rin said dreamily. “Now I want to live more than ever!”
“So just how fun it will be to kill ourselves while having such an earnest desire to live!” Len continued Rin’s obvious thought.
“Not just while”, Rin corrected. “But exactly out of that very desire!”
“It will be the best laugh ever!” Len said.
“Right, only how would we laugh when we’re dead?” Rin chuckled.
“We won’t”, Len admitted. “We’ll never get to actually have our greatest laugh!”
“And that’s exactly what makes it so great!” Rin concluded.
“So let’s go and drawn ourselves already”, Len said, finally getting up from the ice.
“Wait a moment”, Rin almost grabbed his hand out of habit, but stopped herself in time.
“Why?” Len looked back at his sister with a puzzled gaze. After the twins charged themselves with such a raging passion for life, how could she wait another moment before killing herself? Surely she wasn’t going to make it even more meta by saying that now after making sure their death would be as fun as possible they should stop and not kill themselves? Because if it went that way it risked just entering an endless cycle of swinging back and forth between living and dying.
“That black ice gave me an idea”, Rin said, “how to make our drowning even more fun”.
“Is it even possible?” Len was startled. “We won’t even get to experience the actual fun, because for the very sake of achieving it we’re going to die. What can be more fun than that?”
“That’s the result”, Rin answered. “My idea is to make the process of dying fun too”.
“How?” Len asked, intrigued.
“You should dive first and float up flat against the ice with your face up”, Rin explained.
“And then what?”
“Then you’ll see for yourself”, Rin smiled slyly.
“Or maybe I won’t?” Len guessed with a growing grin.
“Or maybe you won’t”, Rin chuckled.



Ничего на свете лучше нету (пародия)

Ничего на свете лучше нету,
Чем самим уйти из белу свету.
Тем, кто мёртвый, больше не до смеха,
До чего смешная же потеха!
До чего смешная же потеха!

There's nothing better in the world
Than to leave that world by yourself.
Ones who are dead don't care about laughing anymore,
What a laughable fun!
What a laughable fun!

Мы себя убьём не ради славы,
А чтобы нарушить смысл здравый:
Смеха ради с жизнью расстаёмся,
Значит мы уже не посмеёмся!
Значит мы уже не посмеёмся!

We'll kill ourselves not for the fame,
But to break the common sense:
For a laugh we end our lives,
And thus we'll never get to laugh!
And thus we'll never get to laugh!

Наша шутка - больше не смеяться,
Наши грёзы - им не предаватьcя,
Наше завтра больше не наступит,
Наше счастье - быть гниющим трупом!
Наше счастье - быть гниющим трупом!

Our joke is to not laugh anymore,
Our dreams are to not have them,
Our tomorrow will never come,
Our happiness is to be a rotting corpse!
Our happiness is to be a rotting corpse!


Okay, you know what, it has to many good songs to stop on only one.
So here goes a whole new story of the Musicians of Bremen.
Or would that rather make them Pranksters of Bremen?

Бременские приколисты
Pranksters of Bremen

Part 1 -
Part 2 -

Песня 1: Ничего на свете лучше нету
Song 1: There's nothing better in the world
(the very beginning of the part 1)

Ничего на свете лучше нету,
Чем самим уйти из белу свету.
Тем, кто мёртвый, больше не до смеха,
До чего смешная же потеха!
До чего смешная же потеха!

There's nothing better in the world
Than to leave that world by yourself.
Ones who are dead don't care about laughing anymore,
What a laughable fun!
What a laughable fun!

Мы себя убьём не ради славы,
А нарушить чтобы смысл здравый:
Смеха ради с жизнью расстаёмся,
Значит мы уже не посмеёмся!
Значит мы уже не посмеёмся!

We'll kill ourselves not for the fame,
But to break the common sense:
For a laugh we end our lives,
And thus we'll never get to laugh!
And thus we'll never get to laugh!

Наша шутка - больше не смеяться,
Наши грёзы - им не предаватьcя,
Наше завтра больше не наступит,
Наше счастье - быть гниющим трупом!
Наше счастье - быть гниющим трупом!

Our joke is to not laugh anymore,
Our dreams are to not have them,
Our tomorrow will never come,
Our happiness is to be a rotting corpse!
Our happiness is to be a rotting corpse!

Песня 2: В жизни столько веселья
Song 2: There's so much fun in life
(Part 1, at 6:10)

В жизни столько веселья, счастья тоже подстать,
Как же здорово будет его не испытать.

There's so much fun in life, and a befitting amount of happiness,
How great if will be to not experience it.


Мне теперь без Принцессы сама жизнь не мила,
Ну а значит и смерть мне будет не весела.

Now without the Princess I can't enjoy my life,
And that means death wouldn't be fun too


Отчего же не весело убиваться самой?
Смерть от рук Трубадура стала новой мечтой.

Why is it not fun to die all by myself?
Dying by the Troubadour's hands became my new dream

Песня 3: Луч солнца золотого
Song 3: The golden ray of sun
(Part 2, at 7:15)

Луч солнца золотого
Чтоб больше не узреть,
Ах, сколько же смешного -
Взять, да и умереть!

The golden ray of sun
In order not to see
Ah, how much fun
To just go and die

Ночь пройдёт, наступит утро ясное,
Знаю, счастье нас с тобой ждёт.
Только будет это всё напрасное:
Нас больше нет,
Нас больше нет.

Night will end and clear morning come,
I know happiness awaits us.
Only it will all be in vain:
No more us,
No more us.

Петь птицы продолжают,
И солнца светит свет,
Лишь нас он не ласкает,
Ведь нас на свете нет.

The birds keep singing,
The sun shines too,
Only us it doesn't caress,
For there aren't any us.

Ночь пройдёт, наступит утро ясное,
Знаю, счастье нас с тобой ждёт.
Только будет это всё напрасное:
Нас уже нет,
Нас уже нет.

Night will end and clear morning come,
I know happiness awaits us.
Only it will all be in vain:
No more us,
No more us.

Песня 4: Ах ты доченька моя ненаглядная
Song 4: Ах ты доченька моя ненаглядная
(Part 2, at 9:40)

Ах ты доченька моя ненаглядная,
Да на что тебе сдалась смерть нещадная?
Ты ведь и не посмеёшься над ней…
- Но ведь так ещё смешней!

Ah, you my precious daughter,
Why would you want that merciless death?
You wouldn't even laugh at it…
- Only funnier this way!

Раз влюбилась, так и быть, выходи за него,
Свадьбу сделаем тебе - скажут все ого-го!
Сразу станет тебе жить веселей…
- Но ведь так ещё смешней!

Once you fell in love, so be it, marry him,
We'll make you such a wedding, everyone would say wow!
Your life will immediately become more fun…
- Only funnier this way!

Я и сам уже старик - помирать пора,
А наследник у меня - только ты одна.
Ты конец положишь нашей стране…
- Но ведь так ещё смешней!

I'm an old man myself - death is not so far,
And the only heir I have is you.
You will end our whole country…
- Only funnier this way!

Песня 5: Как охота жить
Song 5: How we want to live
(Part 2, 11:38)
Note: In the original it is sung by the bandits, but in my version by the Troubadour (possibly together with the Princess

Пускай не посмеёмся мы сполна,
Зато так будет только веселее,
Когда житуха радости полна,
Убить себя - куда смешнее?

Even if we won't get to laugh,
But this way it's only more fun,
When life is full of joy,
Killing oneself - what can be funnier?

Как охота жить… хоть убейся!
Как охота жить… хоть убейся!
Вот мы и убьёмся, вот мы и убьёмся,
Вот мы и убьёмся для смеху!

How we want to live… so much we could die!
How we want to live… so much we could die!
And so die we will, and so die we will,
And so die we will for a laugh.

Нам свадьба королём разрешена,
Могу принцессу сделать я своею,
Когда житуха радости полна,
Убить себя - куда смешнее?

Our marriage is permitted by the King,
I can make the Princess my own,
When life is full of joy,
Killing oneself - what can be funnier?

Как охота жить… хоть убейся!
Как охота жить… хоть убейся!
Вот мы и убьёмся, вот мы и убьёмся,
Вот мы и убьёмся для смеху!

How we want to live… so much we could die!
How we want to live… so much we could die!
And so die we will, and so die we will,
And so die we will for a laugh.

Пусть солнце встанет только не для нас,
Пусть нас с тобой оно уже не греет,
Когда житуха радости полна,
Убить себя - куда смешнее?

Let the sun rise only not for us,
Let it never warm me and you again,
When life is full of joy,
Killing oneself - what can be funnier?

Как охота жить… хоть убейся!
Как охота жить… хоть убейся!
Вот мы и убьёмся, вот мы и убьёмся,
Вот мы и убьёмся для смеху!

How we want to live… so much we could die!
How we want to live… so much we could die!
And so die we will, and so die we will,
And so die we will for a laugh.

Песня 6: Колыбельная
Song 6: Lullaby
(Part 2, 15:33)
Note: In my story it's sung between the Troubadour and the Princess

Баю-баю, баю-бай,
Побыстрее умирай.

Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
Quicker go and die

Быстро - это не прикольно,
Лучше медленно и больно.

Quick is not cool,
Better slow and painful

Баю-баю, баю-бай,
Побольнее умирай.

Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
Painfuller go and die

Я достаточно живуча,
Чтоб меня подольше мучить,
Буду я страдать…

I'm am hard to kill enough
To torture me for longer,
I'll suffer…



Сам себя терзать!

Torment myself!



В муках умирать!

I will be dying in agony!

Умирай, умирай.
Как же здоровой порой
Наблюдать такой настрой.

Die, die.
How great it is sometimes
To see attitude like that.

Песня 7: Такая-сякая
Song 7: Naughty girl
(Part 2, 1:35)
Note: and so the Troubadour and the Princess are finally dead

Вот пошли ведь нынче дети,
Смех у них в приоритете,
Ради глупой шутки новой
Умереть они готовы.

What children are nowadays,
Their priority is laughter,
For a silly new joke
They're ready to die.

Такая-сякая, так счастливо жила,
Такая-сякая, для смеха померла.

What a naughty girl, she lived so happily,
What a naughty girl, and died for a laugh.

Ведь она - наследник трона,
И её ждала корона,
А теперь гниёт лишь тело,
Как сама того хотела.

She is the heir to the throne,
And was awated by the crown,
But now only her corpse rots,
Just as she wanted herself.

Такая-сякая, так счастливо жила,
Такая-сякая, для смеха померла.

What a naughty girl, she lived so happily,
What a naughty girl, and died for a laugh.

А король теперь бездетный,
И стране тысячелетней
Недалёко до распада,
А она тому лишь рада!

And the kind is now childless,
And the thousand year old country
Might soon collapse,
But she is only happy with that!

Такая-сякая, так счастливо жила,
Такая-сякая, для смеха померла.

What a naughty girl, she lived so happily,
What a naughty girl, and died for a laugh.

Песня 8: Был мир у нас в руках
Song 8: The world was in our hands
(Part 2, 13:58)
Note: but then their death note is found in a form of another happy song

Был мир у нас в руках,
Дороги все открыты,
Теперь же мы - лишь прах
На кладбище зарытый.

The world was in our hands,
All the paths open,
And we're just dust
Burried in the graveyard.

Раз вы нас слышите сейчас,
То значит нас уж нет,
И с того света мы для вас
Передаём привет!

If you can hear us right now,
It means we're already gone,
And from the land of the dead
We send our regards

Ну, расскажите,
весело ль жить вам?
Только не услышим вас,
потому что нет уж нас!

So, tell us,
Are you having fun with your lives?
Only we won't hear you,
Because there aren't us anymore!

Как донельзя смешно
Самим такое сделать,
Что счастье суждено,
А нам его не ведать.

How utterly funny
To make it by ourselves
That happiness is destined,
But we will never know it.

Раз вы нас слышите сейчас,
То значит нас уж нет,
И с того света мы для вас
Передаём привет!

If you can hear us right now,
It means we're already gone,
And from the land of the dead
We send our regards

Ну, расскажите,
весело ль жить вам?
Только не услышим вас,
потому что нет уж нас!

If you can hear us right now,
It means we're already gone,
And from the land of the dead
We send our regards


Весьма интересно, я такого раньше не встречал.

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