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Who is the artist of this pic?


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Misty, May, Dawn, & Iris all go to a vore themed park and get nommed in various ways.

Been looking for this for awhile now but I can't seem to find it anywhere.


"Poke vore Park" by unknown author

Misty, May, Dawn, and Iris plan to do some sight-seeing together on a tour of the islands south of the mainland for the first week of summer vacation. Several of the places there are almost uncharted, a perfect place for discovery and adventure. The four girls know each other through their shared time with one legendary Pokémon trainer, Ash Ketchum. The girls tried to get Ash and ever Brock to go with them, but each had other plans. Ash found an old trainer who also never evolves his Pokémon for some stupid reason. He left for that trainer’s home high in the northern mountains right when school ended. Brock found some scroll about rock Pokémon technics that he has been studying for the last few weeks. It must have been very important to turn down an invite from the girls.

All four girls end up finding a strange training flyer while staying on Shamouti Island. The resort there is nice, but the girls have already been there before and the crowd this year is huge. It also has little to offer if they wanted to train their Pokémon. The flyer is for a theme park that just opened up on an island south of the orange islands. The four girls never knew there was island south of that chain, save for Unova, which is south and mostly west. It sounds interesting, but the name did not make since, it must be in another language, or at least a word the girls did not know, something called “Vore”. The flyer promised a once in a lifetime experience for all girl trainers. Something else is odd though, it specifically states that no boys may come to the resort on the island. This made the girls even more interested. The front of the flyers show three beautiful tanned girls lying on a beach in very skimpy swimsuits laughing and sipping exotic fruit drinks. Behind them three Pokémon have their mouths opened wide as if growling or shouting maybe.

May thinks the flyer is for a special intense training for Pokémon while the girls can relax and catch some rays. Misty however is not so sure, by looks of it, to her at least, the Pokémon seem like they are about to do something like maybe shoot breath weapons. The three Pokémon shown cannot use breath attacks. Misty thinks it is a way to give Pokémon new abilities that most have never heard of. Dawn does not know what to think, but the beach on the flyer looks very nice and not crowded at all. The blue haired girl stares around at all the people on Shamouti Island anPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


She laughs a little; this is what the four of them came here for, right? “Oh my, you are a beautiful Lapras! Look at your shell; it is of the darkest greens I have ever seen, and your belly, so white and pure, like freshly fallen snow.” All the praise hits the Lapras’ ego and it understand her admiration for it, many girls have willing fed themselves to him, and this little redhead tastes wonderful. The Lapras comes closer and licks his lips. “So, you like what you see, I take it… you really scared me though, I wasn’t ready for it at all.” The water Pokémon turns his head and makes a face at her explanation. It reaches out with it jaws open and snags the girl by her midsection. She looks up at it wondering what is next. Lapras sit Misty down on his shell and starts to swim over to the deeper end of the marina. There Misty sees finds other large water Pokémon all with full bellies. “So, are these your feeding grounds?” A pair of Quagsire lay on the shore with bulging bellies and their contents evident. A few Gyarados rest at the surface of the water obviously sated from large meals. Down below them Misty sees a noble looking Kyogre at the bottom of the pool resting. She cannot tell if it ate yet, but she guesses that a Kyogre would have several fans as it were. It could probably eat three or more girls like her. As the Pokémon gets closer to the deeper end of the marina it stops and looks over at a girl and Pokémon making a scene. A large Kingler is busy eating a small brown-haired girl with silky white skin feet first using its large claw to guide her inside him deeper. The little girl cries out, “Oh God, I ate crab just yesterday, now I am paying the price… this is karma…” The crab’s mouth feelers rub against her middle and she collapses as the crab pushes more on her head. The crab is taking its time with her middle, giving her a full course of orgasms, making her body spasm for a minute as she cannot do anything but ride out her sexual experience. After slumping inside his mouth, she pleads, “Yes… yes… eat me… avenge all the crabs I eat… I deserve no less…” Forcefully, the large crab pushes her all the way inside his mouth. Its strange feelers clean its mouth with rhythmic motions clearing all the saliva away. The crab moves over to a nice dry area to enjoy the feelings of the girl struggling inside his food sack. Several moans issues from within the crab’s body as the eaten girl feels the stomach organ treating her like food.

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Looking for a story from the old gurochan about a girl who mutilates herself to survive the zombie apocalypse
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Everything was fuzzy. Dark and light danced around Michelle’s vision, her thoughts muddled and slow. Was she sleeping? Was this a dream? Where was she? Memories returned. Chaos. Danger. Sleepless nights on a cold, hard floor. Friends. Brie. A choice…everything was fuzzy. Her eyes tried to focus, but it was hard; she felt confused, and tired, and numb. There was a voice, and it was calling her name. Michelle concentrated: there was a figure standing to her left, leaning over her. She squinted, as she tried to make out the persons face.

It was her own.

This failed to register with poor Michelle’s brain. She tried to focus again, and met with the same results. That was definitely her own features smiling down benevolently. But that couldn’t be. She was Michelle, surely. Was she? She was still a little out of it. She looked again. Still her face up there. Ah of course. This was a dream. Oh well…might as well play along.

“Hello, me” she slurred, smiling. The other Michelle giggled. Something about her was off, but it was hard to tell at the moment. There was something else that seemed off too actually, but right now she was just letting this crazy dream carry her off.
“You look pretty…” said Michelle. She noticed that her clone was naked. Noticing that she was staring, the other Michelle smiled seductively, sliding her hands down her sides towards her thighs. Oh, so it was one of those dreams then. Well, whatever. She didn’t quite feel up for moving yet though, so she simply kept enjoyed the show, narcissistic as it seemed. The other Michelle (Michelle started thinking of her Chell) rotated, shaking her butt. But the skin of her but seemed oddly flat, as if there was more skin than meat there. And was that a cut down her back? Michelle couldn’t see any blood though…As if realising this mid-routine, Chell quickly turned round again. Now the smaller details were starting to slide into focus. One of her breasts seemed larger than the other one, and her pussy lips hung wide open. It was as if someone was wearing an ill-fitting suit shaped like her own skin.
“Who are you?” She asked Chell. Her not-quite double, whose nose hung limply off her face, put a finger to her lips and winked, which looked very odd indeed.

“It’s ok, Michelle. You’re going to be fine, just don’t freak out, ok? Please?” Wait a minute. That wasn’t her voice at all. And those eyes were brown, and looked so familiar. The imposter placed her hPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


Brie woke from a pleasant dream that had already been forgotten, leaving behind only a feeling of having achieved something great. She checked her surroundings; found that nothing had been disturbed, and relaxed. She had been sleeping on the pile of cushions in the corner of the room. Michelle had been with her, but now she could see that her friend was staring out the shutters. She had put her skin back on, and had not noticed that Brie was awake. Brie quietly got up and attempted to sneak up on Michelle, but stealth was hard when you had a noticeable limp. Michelle snapped round, seen Brie, and relaxed.

“Jesus Brie, don’t do that.” Her eyes were red. Brie apologised, coming closer.

“Something wrong?” she asked. Michelle stared. “You know what I mean”.

“I’ve been up a while. Didn’t sleep well. I guess…all this…” Michelle pulled on her loose skin for emphasis. “It’s hard to believe this isn’t some crazy dream".

“Oh, Michelle, I know it’s tough, but we’ve got to be strong now.” Cooed Brie, cupping her friend’s face with her good hand. “We’ll get by, somehow. Me, you and Becky. We’ll find her, promise.” Michelle said nothing, still brooding. Brie kissed her on the cheek, although she knew Michelle could no longer feel it.

“I hope you bring this along with you.” She said, playing with her friends face, pulling it up so that the eye holes were now on Michelle’s forehead and the mouth over her nose. Michelle tried to reply, but it came out muffled. Letting go, Brie laughed as Michelle tried to readjust her face, before giving up and pulling it down, leaving it hanging down past her neck.

“That took ages to get looking good you know. And to answer your question…can I? Like, physically how could I? Just drag it around? Won’t that look a little suspicious?”

“I suppose you’re right. I just carry my skull around, but the two of us doing it might look suspicious. Let me think about it. First I need to take my….” She trailed off as the thought hit her. She didn’t really feel very sore this morning. Huh.

“What is it?” asked Michelle, her red face looking as concerned as it was capable of looking. Brie shook her head.

“It’s…nothing. Take your medicine, then we’ll think about getting out of here.”

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“So…any requests?”

Becky was laid out on a pair of tables that had been pulled over into the centre of the room. She was naked, and didn’t seem particularly bothered by that fact. Her breasts were easily the biggest of the three, and perhaps there was a quiet sense of satisfaction in that. She didn’t actually seem nervous at all, considering what was about to happen. She considered the question, rolling her eyes in thought. Then she shrugged.



“You seem to know what you’re doing. Actually, I’ve got one request…”

“Yes?” asked Brie, who was already holding her scalpel.

“No repeats. Wearing matching outfits is a total no-no, even now.”

“So you’re saying not to skin you?”

“Just try something that looks dead but doesn't involve skinning me alive or gutting me, ok?"

“Uh…I’ll see what I can do?”

“Magic. Put me under, Doc.” Soon, the redhead was sound asleep. Michelle regarded her prone form. She didn’t have any eyebrows, but that was clearly what she was going for.

“I don’t think she’s treating this with the gravity it deserves. This isn’t a fashion show.”
“Whatever helps her cope, I guess. I just hope she’s as calm when she wakes up.” Brie measured up her latest subject. Well, skinning and gutting was out. Good thing she had someone to brainstorm with this time.

“Any suggestions, nurse?”

“Well…I think that arm has to go.” It was a good point. The arm was broken, and even if she took painkillers, it was functionally useless now. Plus, it was something new, which was the only “request” given to her. Brie went over to Becky’s left side, holding the arm up.

“Where should we cut?”

“It’s the humerus that’s hurting her. That’s the upper part of her arm. I’d say we take the whole thing off.”

“Well…let’s get started, I guess. Hold her arm for me.” Brie felt around the arm, looking for where the joint was, before cutting a thin line around it with her scalpel. Retrieving the saw, she took a deep breath before she started. It was much easier sawing someone else’s bones at least. Becky didn’t even flinch as Brie sawed through just beneath her shoulder, and soon the arm dropped free. Brie placed the severed arm on another table, resisting the urge to wave it at Michelle-play could come afterwards.

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It had been a few days, and the whole “escape” part of the plan had taken something of a backseat.

Sitting cross legged on the mattress, Brie considered the past few days. A lot seemed to have been learned while doing not a whole lot. For starters, there had been the first cooked dinner Brie had eaten in ages. Eating Becky’s newly superfluous breasts (with a side order of arm, because there was good eating to be had on a human arm) seemed a fantastic idea, using the criteria that had come to dominate the previous week (“Is it hot?”). The kitchen oven and microwave had long since stopped working, but they had matches and plenty to burn. They had sat in the gloomy basement of Malone’s, roasting human meat over an open fire, still coming down from the heady heights of their orgy. They held hands, smiling and giggling at each other-3 survivors in the city of the dead.

It turns out that breast are mostly made of fat, and that they don’t actually taste that good. Brie and Michelle had tried their best to be game about it, but there was just no escaping the fact that tits were not great dinner. Becky was actually a little offended at first-“My tits are the bomb! What the hell, you cut ‘em off and now you don’t even want them?!”-but she too had to admit that it wasn’t a premium dining experience. The arm and rib meat went down much better, much to Becky’s relief-it seemed embarrassing, somehow, to be considered untasty.

Feeling fuller and happier, the group had went to bed, and Brie thought about herself and her friends, and how they were still alive after all they had been through. She had a theory that she didn’t want to believe-that they were in the midst of turning without realising it. How else could they explain their increased durability and resistance to pain? She twirled her entrails with her finger as she through, as if she was subconsciously proving her own point. They may have suffered outrageous injury…but they were still acting human, right? Brie certainly didn’t think her mentality had changed much; she was still Brie, and her friends were still her friends. Maybe more than friends now actually, but the point stood. It was a puzzle she was simply unable to solve at that moment, and she had resolved to bring it up with her friends the next day. After they discussed their next move, which was very important, obviously.

They spent the next day fucking.

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Brie and her friends sat side by side in cold leather chairs, cloth bags over their heads and hands cuffed behind them (Becky had her remaining hand tied to the seat). They had been told not to talk, and frankly they weren’t going to oppose the armed goons who were currently holding them captive. How long had they waited? It was hard to tell. It was probably only a few hours, but it had felt both an age and an instant since that door had been kicked down. They had been in no state to escape or resist-the mysterious soldiers had bagged them on the spot and led them into a waiting vehicle. After that everything was a blur of anxious waiting, with the occasional barked order. It was morally crushing. Just when it seemed as if a little order had been established, control had been wrestled away from them. It had seemed as if they had conquered the undead city; now they were prisoners.

Brie didn’t hear the stiletto footsteps echoing through the room, but she did hear a confident, feminine voice speaking to the guards. Then the bag was removed, revealing an impossibly white room, about the size of a large office. In front of her, a large black chair sat behind a desk, facing away from her. Besides a few stray pieces of paper, the only thing on the desk was a keyboard and no visible screen. Everything gave the impression hard and unyielding-even the florescent lights seemed to buzz aggressively.

“So sorry for the wait, girls. Had to get all the dull stuff out of the way before I could see you.”

The voice came from behind the chair. Brie looked around at her friends, who were doing the same. Brie spoke first.

“Who…who are you? Where are we?”

“What do you want?”

“Are you going to kill us?”

The chair laughed in a very practiced, swaying slightly.

“Kill you? Oh, sweety, I wouldn’t worry about that…”

The chair turned, revealing what could only be described as the smuggest woman Brie had ever seen. Peroxide blond hair crowned a tanned face that was grinning from ear to ear, eyebrows raised and eyes gleaming. She wore a very expensive looking white suit jacket with a grey shirt, fitted to perfection. She wore a smart grey skirt that showed plenty of leg. Their captor clasped her hands to her face and leaned forward, examining the trio at her leisure. She didn’t seem as disgusted as Brie initially thought she would find them. Brie shifted a little in her chair. The increasePost too long. Click here to view the full text.


I just got off watching a solid half of kakegurui, and what disappointed me was the suicidal, masturbating, bleeding russian roulette woman didn't have anything happen to her.

Does anyone have any violent artwork of this character? Tere's just a bunch of light-hearted dark humor pics, from what I've gathered.

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It's a hard vore (I think) restaurant story which involved a mother and her children getting eaten by anthros. I believe it was posted on this version of gurochan a while back as:

"Table for 2 (loli, snuff, torture, rape, hard vore" by Napoleon88

But the archives don't have it.

Picture unrelated.


"Table for 2" by Napoleon88 [2015]

"Hello Mrs Fawn! Welcome chez du la mange!" The pantheress greeter said cheerfully. She was wearing a fairly eloquent black dress that complimented her glossy black fur and stood behind a beautiful mahogany podium in the dimly lit restaurant foyer. "It has been quite some time since I've last seen you here. How are you doing?"
"Oh I'm doing just fine, honey." I said while smiling happily. I smoothed down my dark blue satin dress and placed my paw on the shoulder strap of my purse.
"How have you been Sarah?" I replied. "How are your cubs doing? I heard that they just started school this fall."
"Oh? Oh, yes little Chelsea and Marlon are going to first grade." The waiters replied, her eyes shining with that look only a mother could have. Her pride shone in her pupils like the brightest of stars. " their growing up so fast. How about you? How's your little girl doing?"
Oh shes just fine!" I replied looking behind myself at the little white Siberian tiger cub. I had put her in a pretty green shirt and skirt outfit that made her light green eyes even more expressive then usual. She was casually walking around the grand restaurant lobby, looking at their intricate paintings and the large tank of fish. The main area of the restaurant was magnificent with high ceilings, and beautiful gold and diamond chandlers. The walls were painted black and a rich brown that, together with the low lighting, gave the entire area a very sophisticated, aristocratic feel.
"Come say hi, Nalia." I said, knocking the cub out of the trance the the quickly circling fish had put her in. She quickly walked over to where I stood, a big smile showing off her gleaming fangs and teeth.
"H-hi!" She said cheerily, her hands locking in front if her and swaying slowly.
"Oh, aren't you the cutest little thing." The waiter said while leaning over the perfectly polished podium to look at the little girl. "I swear you white tigers make the cutest cubs. How old are you, hmm?"
"Ummm," Nalia putting her hands in front of her face and counting in them, before throwing nine fingers up. "This many!" She said happily, proud of her achievement.
"Awwww! Is this your first time here?" The panther cooed. Nalia just nodded and then walked over to hold onto my dress.
"She's so sweet! I could just gobbler her up." The waitress said making the small tiger giggle a bit her tail swaying casually with her pleasure.
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Make a lesbian gore orgy


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Is this from an anime?


I certainly hope so. I want to see this, whatever it is.




can't access that due to this bs cookie thing. can you share file here?


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So I've been looking everywhere for this set of art of a succubus or demoness, white skin or so, kinda shiny. She's fucking a demon, and ends up getting totally dismembered and skull-fucked by them. i thought it was here, but can't find it. I can't for the life of me find it on e-hentai, or any of the other sites I frequent, either. T_T


Fucking took forever, but I found it!


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Looking for a certain AyaSwan's artwork. There's "before" sketches of this particular artwork. The sketches are not feature in his Pixiv I wonder if anyone still has it?




Wandering if we could have some pics of middle schoolers and high schoolers meeting an early demise

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