Note: this is an attempt to translate images in the style of manga from my imaginations into text form
also no name is given because I cannot name anything

Tags: [GURO][CONSENSUAL GURO][RYONA][MAGIC][TEACHER][BIG BREAST][BREAST DESTRUCTION]
[PUBLIC USE][EMOTIONLESS SEX]

Main Character:
Big breast magic teacher with long hair. thin cloth strip cover just below nipples and not much else,
mini skirt, high heels, thin door handle nipple rings, black thights
extreme masochist, face does not show emotion in almost every case, extreme recovery magic

rough reference/inspiration: https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/88415284


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Note: I write this and ch.1 idea in the same sitting and a half

ch ??. bonus class
additional tag: [AMPUTEE][EYE PENETRATION][BRAIN FUCK][INNER ORGANS][SNUFF]

scene: same lecture hall, after some sort of exam result, note that student S1, S2, etc is not always same person until name can be given
also little to no healing magic appear in this chapter so wounds stay as is

students all present in their seat, MC walk in along with a cart thing
noticable both MC and cart are fully covered in cloth
MC look around the class and remark that everybody is here, and this is a bonus class for all of them and they have all the time in the world for thise
crowd make noises
MC unwrap herself revealing totally naked body, without even the nipple rings

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This is actually quite interesting. Especially the second (well, ??th) chapter.

This is amazing. Please, continue.

While reading it was a bit hard to concentrate as I was expecting she will get eaten chopped into pieces or something but just plain sex happened LOL
Well, let's wait for the next part :)

Oh I do hope to read more of this!

there should be one (;´Д`)

There used to be, but it's unmaintained and doesn't work anymore :(

Is that a guy?

>>2822

Yes, that's a femboy. :P

This is pretty good stuff. We definitely could use more 3d furry guro around here. I hope you make more.

==Chapter 4, Ancient Greek Cuisine (Cons, Cannibalism)==

Important Characters:
Tamamo Cat: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Tamamo_Cat
Mata Hari: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Mata_Hari
Medusa: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Medusa
Emiya Alter: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/EMIYA_(Alter)
Stheno: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Stheno
Euryale: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Euryale

Tamamo Cat looked around the room, amazed at the mess. Pieces of Mata Hari were scattered everywhere. All four of her limbs as well as her head had been torn off and her hips lay half way across the room from the rest of her torso. Blood, viscera, and semen could be seen on every surface. Even the ceiling hadn't been left unstained. With a sigh Cat dropped her mop and bucket on the floor, pushed up the sleeves of her maid outfit, and got to work.

Minutes earlier Tamamo Cat had been walking the halls of Chaldea when she was flagged down by a fellow Servant. The servant was a glasses wearing young blond man, his shirt covered in blood. He had asked Cat if she would clean a room, saying that 'Hyde' had left it a real mess. Now Cat was more the 'Maid Cafe' kind of maid than the cleaning kind, but she didn't mind being helpful and agreed.

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==Chapter 5, Snacking in Orleans (Giantess, Vore)==

Important Characters:
Blackbeard: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Edward_Teach
Paul Bunyan: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Paul_Bunyan

Several weeks had passed since Chaldea's Masters defeated the Dragon Witch, freeing Orleans from her tyranny and setting right the first of the seven singularities. With time the singularity would fade away as it merged back into history, but for the time being it remained accessible to Chaldea. The Servants of Chaldea had more or less free reign of the singularity, so long as their amusements weren't of so grand a magnitude as to throw the singularity back out of balance.

Blackbeard had been a little unsatisfied as of late. His shtick of playing the unassuming fool only to spectacularly transform into the terrifying pirate of legend didn't pack quite as much punch in the company of fellow legends. For the most part he didn't mind, even if he had become a little bit of a laughingstock. At Chaldea he could live much more honestly, both about who he was and what he liked, than he had been able to in life. But still, he missed seeing the terror in the eyes of his victims, taking by force whatever or whoever he wanted, succeeding or failing by his own might. And so Blackbeard decided to visit Orleans to relieve his glory days.

Blackbeard walked away from a burning farmhouse, a tent in his pants and a struggling young maiden slung over his shoulder. He had burst into that farmhouse just minutes prior, crazed expression on his face as lengths of oil-soaked ropes woven into his beard glowed brightly ablaze. The farmer came at him with a sickle and he shot him twice in the stomach. The farmer's wife and daughter screamed as they watched him fall to the ground. Blackbeard's grin widened further as he took in their horrified expressions. He balled his hand into a fist and punched the daughter hard in the stomach. She wretched as she doubled over and collapsed to the ground. He heard a wail and turned just in time to parry the swing of a knife from the wife, her hand and wrist falling to the ground alongside the weapon. She screamed as she clutched her stump to her chest. Her sobbing ended a few moments later when Blackbeard ran his sword between her breasts. He heard a noise and turned to see that the wounded man had stumbled to his feet. One crack of Blackbeard's pistol later the man crumbled to the ground, a new hole in his forehead. 'This was it, this is what I've been missing', Blackbeard thought. Blackbeard knew that the family had no chance of dealing any damage to his servant body, but even without putting his life on the line the thrill of slaughter had been invigorating. He was broken from his reverie a few moments later when the flames in his beard began to lick at his face. He hopped from one foot to the other as he yelped and patted the fire out. He noticed that the daughter still lay crumpled on the floor, unconscious from the pain and terror he had inflicted on her. He admired her youthful face, the shape of her budding breasts beneath the cloth of her bodice, and the pale creamy calf that poked from beneath her skirt. He decided that he wanted her, wanted to rape her, to hear even more pained and terrified screams until she screamed herself hoarse and he put a bullet between her hollow eyes. But not here, he thought, not in this dingy farmhouse that was beginning to stink of corpse. And so he began to tie her up, binding her in a way that emphasized her nearly flat chest, pulling the cloth tight so that the outline of her nipples were clear. He slung her over his shoulder and smashed a burning oil lamp against the wall as he left. The girl came to just in time to see the corpses of her parents one last time as the flames began to rage. She struggled, muffled screams leaking around her gagged mouth as tears streamed down her face.

Blackbeard had walked a fair distance down a narrow path through a nearby forest. The girl hung limply over his shoulder, having apparently had her fill of wailing and struggling for the moment. Blackbeard stopped when he reached a clearing, dropping his spoils on a stump. His hands had slipped beneath the girl's skirt and he was just about to begin undressing her when he heard a noise behind him. He sprang into action, drawing his pistol and leaping away as he turned to look. He quickly relaxed as he identified the source of the noise. It seemed he wasn't the only one of Chaldea's servants who had thought this clearing a good place to relax. Paul Bunyan slept on the other side of the clearing, the giant loli curled on her side. The trees were just barely tall enough that she couldn't be seen peeking over them by any approaching along the trail. She was wearing just her overalls as she often did, and Blackbeard thought he could just almost see a bit of areola peeking from the side of one of the straps. He approached, craning his neck, trying to find an angle that exposed the hidden bounty. He got closer and closer, until he was just inches away from Bunyan's chest. He still couldn't tell whether the darker patch of skin he saw was a tantalizing hint or merely a shadow from the edge of the strap. He decided to throw caution to the wind, and while holding his breath grabbed the metal clasp and started slowly unhooking it. His eyes flitted between Bunyan's sleeping face and her chest, but as more and more of her chest became exposed his gaze spent less and less time elsewhere.

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Just finished a new chapter for this story, but there seems to be a bug with the character limit. I'll post it here as soon as it gets fixed, but if you want to read it now it's here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23762353/chapters/81531940

==Disciplining the Knight of Treachery (Futanari, Yuri, Rape, Incest)==

Artoria Alter seeks revenge on a certain traitorous knight, and she borrows from Merlin the perfect tool for the job.

==Chapter 6, Disciplining the Knight of Treachery (Futanari, Yuri, Rape, Incest)==

Important Characters:
Mordred: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Mordred
Artoria Alter: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Artoria_Pendragon_(Alter)

Mordred stomped into her room, failing to slam the sliding door behind her as the automated mechanism gracefully closed itself. Mordred leaned back against the door, slowly sliding down it until she was sitting on the floor. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down and order her thoughts a little in this small pocket of space that she could call her own.

What had Mordred riled up now was the same thing that had in life; her father, King Arthur. Like herself and dozens of other heroes King Arthur had been summoned to Chaldea. Having to work alongside her father would have been bad enough for Mordred, but the king's summoning had also brought with it several revelations about their life that had shook Mordred to her core. Foremost among them was the fact that King Arthur had been a woman. In life she had kept this secret, masquerading as an ageless boy king and going by the masculine form of her given name Artoria. Here at Chaldea though she lived openly as a woman. She wore dresses, went by her given name, and did all sorts of other things that stirred confusion in Mordred. In life Mordred had sought to succeed the king, living as a boy herself, unknowingly following in her father's footsteps as she sought to overthrow her. She had never really thought of herself as a woman, though neither as particularly not a women either, gender had never been a concept she particularly concerned herself with. Her thoughts had been filled with single minded admiration for her father, and when those had failed they had been replaced with aspirations of destroying her. But now her thoughts were all a jumble. Here at Chaldea one's gender was not a limiting factor, forcing Mordred to confront the idea for the first time. Matters were further complicated however. More than one servant bearing the face and name of her father had been summoned. There was one that wore the armor and had the bearing that Mordred remembered from life, but there were several more. There was one that acted innocently, a pale one whose glance sent a shiver down Mordred's spine, a genuinely male one from another reality. There was even one that wore a modern woman's bathing suit, gallivanting around showing off her lithe body and brandishing a water pistol. That wasn't even a fully exhaustive list, and Mordred was left sitting on the floor of her room failing to recontextualize her thoughts about herself and the king.

Mordred's contemplation was interrupted when she suddenly fell flat on her back as the sliding door was opened. She opened her eyes and found herself looking up beneath a skirt at a pair of black side-tie panties that bulged slightly at the front. Mordred stared for a moment, her mind failing to process what had happened as it struggled to change gears.

"You never were much of a knight Sir Mordred, but I thought even you had the capacity to properly greet your king." said the intruder, voice dripping with contempt.

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==Chapter 7, Doppelbanger (Cons, Incest)==

Gudao lay naked and spread-eagled across a mound of pillows that had been stacked against the headboard of the bed he shared with his sister. His arms and legs were bound in place, with enough slack that he wasn't in any particular discomfort, outside the fact that he was powerless to do anything about the raging erection between his legs. A simple cloth gag had been slid between his teeth and tied behind his head, loose enough to not be uncomfortable but tight enough to prevent coherent noise. On the floor next to the bed was an empty bottle of one of Da Vinci's more recent concoctions, bearing a label identifying it as 'Da Vinci's Super Virility Max!!!'. Minutes prior, while Gudako had been pressing the bottle to his lips Gudao had expressed misgivings about drinking the concoction, having heard that Da Vinci labeled this products strength by the number of exclamation points it had, that one staff member had already had a heart attack while helping to test the one exclamation point variant, and that he was pretty sure that this strength was explicitly made with servant's extraordinary durability and stamina in mind. Gudako had assured him that not only had that incident been with an early prototype, but that Da Vinci had assured her that they would need at minimum three exclamation points of strength to overcome the poison resistance they share from their contract with Mash. Gudao might have protested harder had he known that his sister would immediately scamper off after he had emptied the bottle, leaving him to suffer the effects in solitude. His dick felt almost painfully hard, felt like it was almost literally burning with need. When he wasn't focused on trying to wriggle out of the leather cuffs that bound him Gudao was intently focused on the door, trying to will his sister back through that door so that she could take care of what she started.

Gudao was so intently focused on willing his sister through that door that he thought he had somehow fractured reality when the door finally opened and two instances of his twin sister walked through. The two girls walked to the center of the room, directly at the foot of the bed, and turned to face Gudao, cocking their heads with a wry smile in a perfect mirror of each other. The two Gudakos were exactly the same, save that one had her side pony tail on her left, as was her usual style, while the other had hers on the right.

The two Gudakos enjoyed Gudao's dumbfounded expression for a few moments before turning to face each other and joining their lips in an exaggerated open mouthed kiss. As their tongues wrestled their hands began to wander towards the buckles on each other's uniform. Dexterous hands pulled on belts, zippers, and cloth. Jackets, shirts, and skirts gradually accumulated on the ground. All of this while the intense make out remained unbroken. Soon the pair wore only their underwear, tights, and boots. The pair broke apart, first one, then the other sitting on the edge of the bed while the other pulled off her boots and tights. Now the pair only wore their matching black underwear, of a simple yet sexy design.

The two Gudakos each approached a different side of the bed and started to crawl onto it. Gudao's eyes rapidly flitted from one pair of entrancingly dangling breasts to another. He had gotten quite worked up while he was in the room by himself, and after the show that had just been put on his mind was nearly overwhelmed with the desire for release. His muscles bulged as he strained against his bonds to no avail. He was beyond rock hard, his cock already leaking precum, only the slightest stimulation away from blowing.

The two Gudakos bent their heads in unison, extending tongues reaching towards the throbbing tower. Somehow, through the incredible fog of lust assaulting his brain, Gudao noticed that the left-tailed Gudako hesitated slightly before her tongue made contact. Any further thoughts on the matter were pushed to the furthest reaches of his mind as the two girls dragged their tongues up his shaft, collecting the liquid that had already leaked from it.

They hadn't even finished the first lap before Gudao's lust began to erupt. The two girls did their best to keep licking as Gudao's hips bucked, semen spurting everywhere, landing all over the bed, his lower body, and the faces of his twin, twin sisters. The orgasm was easily the most powerful one Gudao had ever experienced, and with his dick not showing even the faintest hint of beginning to falter it promised to only be the first of many. Gudao briefly recalled the rumored heart attack and prayed Da Vinci had prescribed the right dosage. The self proclaimed 'genius' was quite the trial-and-error kind of inventor.

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Chapter 2

Snowdrop arrived to a large, circular, iron barred gate leading into a narrow cave guarded by 2 wolves. This marked the beginning of the mineshomes. She reached up to the bright blue collar around her neck and grabbed from under it a gold key attached to a silver chain. As a blue collar rabbit, she was allowed to roam freely in and out of the mines, so long as her business there pertained to her job.

Behind the gate, cobbled together homes of stone, wood, and surface garbage cluttered the walls of an ever growing tunnel system. The minehomes were busy in a way that was different from the bustle of the marketplace. Rabbits felt more real there somehow. They laughed, mothers watched children play hopscotch in the corners where they could find enough space to, even the despondent or exhausted were honest with their emotions, laying together in the sidelines of the thin walkway between homes. Though the conditions were doubtless tiresome, a kind of camaraderie bound these rabbits. A camaraderie Snowdrop often found herself jealous of. These were black collars, most would be born, live, and die more or less within the mines. Her status as a blue collar mostly bought either reverence or disdain from these people, and neither was very much like having a friend. She had something close in Milia though.

Millia ran a bar which was a well kept secret within the minehomes. None of the rabbits had coin to exchange, but candy pieces acted as a good replacement-- except for when someone's kid ate their life savings on occasion. "Millia's place," locals called it. Even some friendlier wolves would take a moments reprieve here, where they could find stronger than average ale at dirt cheap prices. As soon as Snowdrop brought her wheelbarrow within line of sight of the open air bar, Millia started to shout and reached for a cowbell on her countertop "LUNCH! LUNCH'S ON!" This caused Snowdrop to whisper as loud as she could.
"Wait wait wait wait wait!" she said, dashing towards Millia with her head hunched low. "Voros gave me someone's *head.* Their head!"
"What? You talk to that wolf??"
"It's in the cabbages, he just... threw her in there!"
"That's gruesome! Where does that man get off--"
"I don't know what to do with her! I've been to scared to look her in the eyes, I screwed up lunch, there's blood on everything-- I've just been so scared! I rushed here-- I'm sorry! I--"
"Girl, breathe. Bring that wheelbarrow to the back and wash the cabbage off, I'll take care of this." Millia said, and grabbed the nameless head by it's ears, yolking it up out of the wheelbarrow.

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It was a breezy yet warm summers day at the palace and all around Ceries the birthday celebration for Queen Rebecca was in full swing, Ductchesses, Ladies and Countesses all took turns asking for each others hand during the grand ball, all dressed up in their finest attire.

Fireworks shot overhead from the ramparts of the castle as the Carriage escorting Princess Ceries to the Ball entered through the portcullis.

This would be Ceries first trip to the Castle since she was four years old, before now, she had been living as a ward of Countess Percillia in Rowa, five hundred miles from the capital. Per Harki custom, she had only seen her ;Mothers twice before in her life. Having been raised just like her other fifteen siblings, as far apart as possible and under different loyal subjects of the throne. All in an effort to lessen the likelihood that ( in theory anyway), they would band together and overthrow the throne.

The carriage driver yelled into the back where Ceclia was sitting, "Pardon me for asking Mi'Lady Harki, but rumor has it that your other siblings were killed when it was determined who was worthy to ascend to the throne, is that true?." Carriage drivers should mind their own business, or its their heads who will roll, is that understood?" Threatened Tilly with ice in her voice, the guardslady sitting beside Ceclia in the carriage.

"Understood Captain Tilly." Replied the driver as she adjusted the brim of her hat and cursed herself for saying such a stupid comment to the third most powerful person in the kingdom. Ceries paused to think for a moment and decided to use her royal perogative then answered, "According to my Aunt, Yes, though I don't know why my mothers both decided that I was worthy." In truth, the selection process terrified Ceries, and she had spent many a night up worrying about an all too likely early demise, even trying to escape the keep where she had been staying, only to be carried back each time by the rather pissed off captain of the guard,

Ceries herself was dressed up in the second fanciest outfit at the ball, her low cut gold and red embroidered dress looked absolutly flattering on her 20 year old volumptous frame. Still, keeping both of her D-Cups inside the garment without accidentialy popping out a nipple for all to see was a very tiresome task, she would need to have the tailor flogged after the ball to teach her a lesson in producing more properly fitting attire. Despite this inconveniance, the most striking feature of the gown was how well it still managed to show (abit discreetly) the curves of her round and wide bubble ass. Ceries had her long golden curly hair tied back neatly into a bun, and had made a point to wear layers of dark eyeliner around her green eyes to accent them.

Once the carriage had passed into the main courtyard, Ceries breathed a sigh of relief. She had finally done it, years of anxiety and nerviousness had been for nothing, she survived the infamous royal purge, everything that she saw would be hers someday. She could do whatever she wanted, with whomever she wanted. Having been denied any kind of love life by those she had lived with, Ceries would finally be able to persue the woman of her dreams.

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Ceries brushed her hair to the side as her borrowed toy put on the finishing touches to Ceries, adding a final touchup layer of purple lipstick and crimson eyeliner.
Just in the knick of time too, as Ceries heard an all too familiar knock outside of her chamber door. "Enter Tilly". Ceries answered. As Ceries turned towards the entryway and tried to hide her nerviousness, in strode Tilly in a full Rowan dress uniform, looking more intimidating than ever, but since the events of the night before, Ceries almost saw Tilly as her closest friend, even Kristen hadn't seen her naked, much less wildly fuck a servant girl to death.
Ceries herself was dressed in the royal colors of Harki, A deep crimson red dress with purple highlights. With a smaller violet-diamond circlet that sat lightly upon her head.
"Are you ready My Lady?" Tilly asked. Ceries nodded then twirled a strand of her hair between her fingertips as she replied,"Yes of course I am, but I'll admit that I'm incredibly nervous about meeting Queen Rebecca, she hasn't spoken a word to me since I arrived." Tilly nodded and put a comforting hand on Ceries shoulder, "While I understand your nervousness, both her and Queen Leliana are your mothers, and share equal power, one doesn't fart without the others permission. while even I don't know why she never wrote to you while you were under our protection, I have my ideas."
"What are they?" Ceries inquired as she accompanied Tilly outside of her chambers. "Tilly glanced down the hall to ensure that she wouldn't be overheard and said, "Rebecca wrote regularly to your sister, Princess Isabella, in Leawin, so did Leliana, but something happened a few years ago, and Isabella whent missing shortly thereafter."
"You mean they had her killed?" Ceries said as she tried to register the ramifications of what Tilly said. "Precisely, and according to Leawin's Captain of the Guard, it was due to Isabella finding religion. "She became too pious... Ceries realized before adding, "But if that was the case then why wasn't I raised more... hedonistic?"
"It has to do with balance. Princesses Jessica and Pricilla were well known for their bloodthirsty natures, but also for their madness, they would talk to themselves and both had disabilities, one was almost blind and the other was handicapped. Both died long before you reached the age of fourteen, Your other siblings either didn't care about power at all, or wern't attractive enough."
"You mean they were killed for something as simple as their appearance?" Ceries remarked loud enough for a guardman in an adjajcent hallway to turn his head. Ceries felt a chill run up and down her spine as she realized just how close to death she had been.
"Your mothers were looking for something special in you, there was some combination of factors they wanted to unlock, and you ended up being the right one, that is all that matters." Tilly said reassuringly.
"Only because Rebecca went pious.... If she hadn't..." Ceries trailed off and stopped dead in her tracks before grabbing Tilly by the arm and staring her right in the eye. "Just how much of this did you fucking not tell me all of these years?" Tillys eyes betrayed the guilt that she felt, but she simply said, "Much more My Lady, but I swear that I did everything that I could to keep you safe."
Ceries face went hard as she gripped Tillys arm as hard as she could. In a heated whisper Ceries "You never left me alone, you never let me have a girlfri---" Ceries paused as the events of the previous night came back to her in a flash. "You put something in that alchohol that you served me, what was it?"
Tilly paused, her lip trembling, the sheer guilt that she felt about betraying Ceries trust shook her to the core, but she knew that she had to keep Ceries from getting them both killed. "It was Ikadine, it turns off the brains mental restraints, leaving only the raw person underneath."
"I... I felt so free... so happy... and I.. I killed that girl..." Ceries' eyes began to well up as the drug began to wear off and Ceries humanity returned. "Yes, but you didn't kill me, and you managed to find a peace that you haven't felt before in your life, am I correct?"

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Ceries stopped about thirty feet infront of the throne and bowed, along with Tilly, as the Royal Guard Captain bellowed out at the top of her voice, "My Queens, Might I present to you, Princess Ceries Ianna Hakari, Lady Magistrate of Rowann, and Heir to the Imperial Throne, and her Protector, Lady Tilly Valle Hermon, Captain of the Guard of The Kingdom of Rowan.

Looking towards Tilly and Ceries, the Guard gave a slight bow before sweeping her arms to the side and announced, "You both stand before Queen Rebecca Hakari, Ruler of the Western Imperium, Empress of the Sapphire Isles, The Conquerer and Lady of Isbal, and Queen Leliana Hakari, Ruler of the Eastern Imperium and Queen of Prosperity.

"You may come forward." Leliana permitted.

As Ceries and Tilly approached the throne, Ceries felt subtle vibrations in the air emenating from infront of her, namely from Queen Rebecca. Both Queens looked absolutly gorgeous, but there was no mistaking the air of authority that they both carried. While Leliana greeted Ceries with a smile, Rebecca simply pursed her lips and seemed to stare into Ceries very soul.

When Ceries was within ten feet of the Queens, Tilly stood aside and held her ground next to the Royal Guard.

Ceries still felt at peace, but a part of her was still slightly unnerved by being this close to the most powerful people in the known world. "Dont fuck this up." Ceries thought to herself as she cleared her throat and said, "Mothers, I owe you my life and my destiny, how might I serve you today?"

Leliana smiled and replied, "We are overjoyed to finally welcome you officially, tell me, did you enjoy your trip?" "Yes My Queen I did." Ceries replied.

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Even If I am an engineer I think this is a bit too technological way to control the human population :)
I am not demanding you to change your story but in my opinion, rather than relying on electronic mind control it would be easier just to do social engineering and propaganda and it is also more fun (although maybe not that precise) In fact this was known to be happening in various places already.


What I dislike in your story is that death is too casual when it could be put to some better use. In fact, it is even somewhat sad when it happens so pointlessly.
The better way is doing it as in "Graduation and Beheading Ceremony" by Juan Gotoh where the fact of dying is used as a good opportunity to have some fun and some kind of experience which otherwise would be absolutely impossible.
So I would do it in different ways as rather than making death casually bad make it something great and desirable so that more or less everyone wants to die but only few get permission from the government to kill themselves. In that case, they obviously throw a big party to celebrate that event ;) of course, some delinquents may decide to commit suicide without permission with various success.
To deal with associated pain and discomfort government may even provide drugs to reduce pain. And there can be competitions thrown up to decide who is going to be selected for execution on TV live.
Or for even more fun there can be a competition of who will be committing suicide in the most horrible and painful way to deter others from doing that and making it some form of extreme achievement in life.

This is 1000 years old tested technology way more realistic than hypnotizing people over 5g network :)
I sort of want to do a story on the similar topic myself but damn there si not enough time for everything.
>Nobody argues, nobody fights, the world is at perfect peace.

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>>14274
>Hmm, don't you think this is a bit boring world?

That was the point. I envisioned the unaffected to behave like punk rebels, roaming around in isolated gangs sowing chaos and destruction, trying to "wake people up" and get a reaction by doing the most outrageous things they can think of.

>>14260
>Consentual snuff is not realistic, period. Anything that makes it plausible at all is a bonus.

I would like to address that issue which is not correct.
Consensual snuff is very realistic and common we even are observing it today.
pretty much all you need to do is just to tell people that snuff is good and the majority will obey, some will rebel then just put half those in the leadership positions and make villains from another half.
A recipe for a perfect society :)


>That was the point. I envisioned the unaffected to behave like punk rebels, roaming around in isolated gangs sowing chaos and destruction, trying to "wake people up" and get a reaction by doing the most outrageous things they can think of.

Looks like they don't have much of the reason to rebel. the world is like heaven for them :) where they can do anything they desire.

In that scenario, I imagine that rather than showing chaos some of those "rebels" would be more willing to prevent some people from dying for some reasons like for example if someone has a girlfriend who is about to die but they rather want to keep her.

I fuckin’ love this shit. Thank you for posting.

moar

>>623
Hily shit that's pretty lit. I'd watch it ヽ(`Д´)ノ

>>806
meant this. >>1122

I'd make a pants-pissingly horrorific flick!

Some students and staff members get locked in with a monster in a girls' school overnight. Don't ask me how that happens. Something kills whoever sits on the toilet. It can leave the pipes and it's homed in on piss scent so the girls aren't safe taking a leak anywhere else either.

This movie would feature girls getting sucked into the toilet, girls getting dragged off while they try to run away with their pants around their ankles, girls trying to drain their tanks anywhere besides a toilet, girls getting the piss scared outta them, and girls squirming and bouncing cuz their guts are swimming. Whether the girl's a shrieky prep or a cocky tomboy or an adorkable librarian or any other horror stereotype she's gotta do business sometime and the audience gets to see the gold.

It takes most of the movie before the characters and viewers see or understand the killer. Don't ask me what it is. A girl with goddess-tier bladder-control lures the bathroom beast out in the open by leaving a trail of little gold puddles between the locker room and the middle of the gym. The final battle is between some sorta Ridley Carpenter Cronenberg motherfucker and a sharp-thinking gymnastical girl armed with improvised weapons and an adult diaper.

In the flashforward ending the school returns to normalcy after the evil was defeated as far as we know but everybody's a little skittish about sitting on the can. The final scene is a happy pep rally and the camera angle shows that every ass in the cheerleading squad is pampered.

>>626

You can't outright make a live-action fantasy snuff porn film with minors, for obvious legal reasons, but you can get pretty damn close. You just have to accept the fact that there won't be nudity.

We already have quite a few films where children are killed—Children of the Corn. You even have mainstream examples of minors in skimpy outfits (Dance Moms and Netflix's Cuties, although the second one is controversial as fuck).
It's a dystopian world where executions for losing sporting competitions are common. A hundred girls, as young as ten and no older than sixteen, compete in a dance competition. The girls are dressed in leotards, sports bras, miniskirts, short shorts, two-piece swimsuits, and crop tops.

They break off into teams and engage in dance-offs. The competitions include provocative dance routines. After each round, a panel of judges scores each team, and the losers are gruesomely murdered. Girls are decapitated, sawed in half, blown up, impaled, and machinegunned. The camera focuses on their goods as they dance and as they die.

The film would be on the borderline of legal, depending on what country you're in, and it would be the most controversial film to date.

>>1179
Seems like a good place to mention this one:
https://youtu.be/P0PUMmVU4qQ

'Apaches' - A short film warning against the hazards of playing on farms. I remember they made us watch this at school when I was about 10. Possibly explains quite a lot lol.

>>27380
postal 2

>>27335
Dude, your wordpress apparently went offline

>>27003
Hello there, are you still active?

Stop stealth bumping the thread by deleting your post. being at the top of the thread list isnt going to make them come back...

>>28880

Actually it's a Russian spammer who keeps using this thread for some reason. Don't jump to conclusions! :)

Ai can't write anything sensible. The way how it writes is like if a human was trying to write novel in chinese language. It will Tate random sentences from random christmas related texts and throw them into one story.
Ai does not understand what it is doing. It only drops pieces of text that have some semantic relationship to surrounding text.
The only useful thing Ai could here is to enhance human written text by adding extra descriptions or replacing words with synonyms. sometimes it can give generic suggestions, like you mention that cannon was shot and it will add extra sentence describing how the cloud of fire ofsmoke erupted from the batter making steel projectile fly and hit the target which was obliterated and shattered into pieces. this will be also not really some original text but rather a quote from another text where cannon fire was mentioned.

This woud be pretty useful for role playing because many people are asking for longer more detailed replies.
But also you need to check what AI is suggesting because it can drop something absolutely ridiculous just because that text was relevant somewhere else.

Manmade AI can't replace human creativity.

in 3 years the AI written stories will be indestinguisable from regular ones

>>1176
maybe not indistinguishable, but definitely quite good by then. good enough for pumping out mediocre erotica, at least.

Where is she posting?

Would definitely like to know where she's posting!

>>88216
>>88248
Hi! I'm at Pixiv. https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/16654569 I also have a Fanbox with hi-res for subscribers. https://eeveeart.fanbox.cc/

One from m0zg...

>>203
I'm all in for supporting pedos in order to help them get better, so can we just give them lolis and shotas instead of actual child pornography? That sounds like an excuse for its distribution at this point.

>>204
If we legalize lolis, yes. Live action CP in the other hand cannot be possible because of the fact that a kid will not think of fucking an adult by their own volition.

>>205
It is not about someone getting better it is about making them busy doing something harmless rather and demotivation from doing bad things.

Just like you can give a rapist access to porn, he will lose interest in rape because porn is better and less effort than actually trying to do that in real life.

Also what matters most is to make profiting from bad things impossible rather than baning distribution any kind of compensation should be criminalized, as you can give it for free but taking money in any form is a criminal offense with jail time. By banning distribution you are actually supporting producers and allowing them to make great money.

Pedos are not even the main loli and shota consumers. they are relatively rare Most people like that kind of content for other reasons and don't focus on it.

>>207
I think a lot of loli's audience are teenagers themselves, since obviously they can't legally watch people their own age engage in sexual activity.

Seen some japanese porn vid where both underage girl and boy were recorded having sex in classroom surrounded by a bunch of staff and teachers recording them. It was on the surface web though, just an obscure suggested video.

>>1161
If they looked like "teens", it's probably fake. In the JAV industry, they hire midgets with werner syndrome to roleplay as shotas so they can produce "legal cp".

>>11736
Would love to see some necro with this cute mouse. Saw some cute nsfw animations with him.

no, post your story here you fucking faggot.

Yea, totally sick of off-site links. Mastubate homosexual

i like your writing style

It looks like she is crying over her blushes, which are objectified
Other than that I find your style quite nice, looking forward to the finished version!

This looks pretty nice.

Further produce, ho(e)!

breast grinding !

Found this on /kaki/ back in the gurochan.net days.

>>93344
>There is another thread, but it's focusing on meat grinders:
>https://boards.guro.cx/g/koko.php?res=88979

Threads have been merged.