So, I had an idea that I think is pretty cool! And I thought someone in this site might want to test it with me! So- let's explain the rules:

To play this game, you need to be an artist… you don't need to be an overly good one! I'm not, I'm average-ish, just be good enough to not ruin it for other people. So, to start, someone introduces their pokemon fighter by posting a picture of them, I'll introduce mine to start. Then, the next person who replies, will introduce their own character by posting a picture of their character doing an attack on my character. It can be as gory as you want, cutting an arm off, ripping an ear off, impaling, just try to avoid one hit kills for the sake of fun, they can also include a bit of dialogue in their reply that their character says, or some OOC request, explanation or any kind of message, if they want. Now, if I reply again, I'd draw my character (with the damage the other character dealt to it) attacking that character back. If a different user wants to join, they can just join by posting a picture of their character attacking one of the characters that are already fighting, and that way we can continue to make this thread a great, gory pokemon battle! You can be creative in your moves, and any kind of gore is allowed.

This is a test, so i might modify the rules later, but for now, let me start by introducing my character!

Weapons and items are allowed btw, but if they bother anyone you can just… you know, draw your character disarming them. or cutting off the hand they use to hold it, haha

Pt 1

“So,” Kerry asked the slightly younger girl next to her in the shower, “do you know who’s going to be eating you?”

“Yeah!” The little girl grinned, “My brother and his wife. It’s their one year anniversary and I was a bridesmaid at the wedding so they’re having me tonight to celebrate!” She grinned up at Kerry as she rinsed the shampoo out of her almost-black hair, clearly very happy with the situation. “What about you?”

“No idea!” Kerry admitted, silently comparing her own thirteen year old body to that of the eight or nine year old beside her, glad that she had waited a little longer before signing up to be meat so that she could at least have an idea of the kind of womanly body hers would have grown into, given time, and had the chance to grow at least the beginnings of breasts – both experiences that this excited little girl would never have. Plus, she could not help reflecting, being a few years older and quite a lot taller meant there would be a lot more of her meat to go around and she hoped she would make a lot of people happy that evening! “I was advertised on the website and somebody chose me. I get to meet them before I cook, I think.”

“Oh wow that’s so cool!” the little girl enthused. “I think I’d have done that in a year or so if my brother hadn’t decided to have me tonight! I’m Emma by the way.”

“Kerry.” the red-haired teen introduced herself with a smile. “Don’t bridesmaids normally get eaten at the wedding? Having you for their anniversary seems a bit unusual?”

“Normally, I guess.” Emma shrugged, stepping out from the shower and squeezing the water from her hair. “But it was a pretty small wedding and the other bridesmaids were these fifteen year old twins with big tits, his wife’s cousins, and the wedding planner figured they’d provide enough food.”

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olya

The new government couldn't feed the population so special provisions had to be made to reduce it. No more jails. Anyone violating any regulation, even ordinance would be taking to the chamber and just disappear.

Here’s a thread for all my fellow degenerates with the specific taste in ages, for art of teenage characters getting killed.
Consensual snuff, murder, hanging, hard vore, whatever, as long as they’re between 13-19 years old ;P

All great things from artist Kuma-Kun aka Wolfblade

As the woman behind the counter went through the speech, Chelsea let her eyes wander over to the next counter, where men were checking in.

“…be aware that, although we make effort to minimize the risk, accidents can and sometimes do happen…”

She’d heard it all before. She knew the routine. Listen to the little legalese speech, sign the waiver, go in, have a good time. She’d been coming here most Thursdays for years now. She could recite the speech herself.

“By signing this waiver, you agree not to hold the company liable for any injury or loss of life incurred while using the service. If you agree, please say ‘I consent’.”

“I consent,” replied Chelsea. The man going through the other side of the checkin procedure wasn’t very attractive—a little shorter than she’d prefer, a little balder, a little fatter. In a weird way that made things better. He handed over his credit card. Men who come here have to pay. She signed the waiver. Women got in free.

“Alright, cool, you’re gonna be in room three today. Have fun, Chel!”

“I always do,” she smiled. The receptionists all knew her by name at this point, expected her at her normal time. She headed into room three.

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Lets see what you have

Its just beginning )

Heyo all, as you know - I love extreme cuntbusting. I like writing it too!

If you'd like to have a custom cuntbusting story done, please drop me an email at [email protected]. Please put the subject as "Story Request" so I can filter it.

It must be about cuntbusting, as soft or as hard as you want. No restrictions on the characters involved. No restrictions on the methods involved. Have fun!

Will post my one offs here. Let the original thread fall off. This will be the new "Everything Killer" space.

How about making illustrations for the stories we like?

This Pottyboy story was quite funny to me
www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/15095.html#q15205
So let's turn it into pictures

""Oh no...oh noo..." She whined as she spotted what was just to the left of the door. To her, it was the most horrifying thing that entire night. A bowl of candy, mostly empty, with a little sign that said 'Please take only one'. The realization hit her at the same time as another cramp. No one was home and she was about to shit her panties. The cramp quickly grew more intense as tears welled up in the young girl's eyes, she didn't know what to do."

More coming later

Japanese gore visual novel PC game(Under development)

Please post dragons getting decapitated! Art or movie scenes anything counts as long as i see dragons loosing theirheads.

A y rose decapitated

...because the love for beauties with detached heads never ends~

Thread #1: http://www.gurochan.cx/f/res/2.html
Thread #2: http://www.gurochan.cx/f/res/9304.html

Edit-only thread: http://www.gurochan.cx/f/res/355.html
/3dcg/ thread: http://www.gurochan.cx/3dcg/res/260.html
/fur/ thread: http://www.gurochan.cx/fur/res/1215.html

“Swimmer Problems” By T Vulture


Kami sigh causing her friends to look. They were concerned with the good nature teen who is rarely ever depressed or sad.
“What wrong,” inquire Stacy, a longtime friend she met and befriend Kami at the very first swimming team tryouts.
Looking up from her salad, Kami had been destroying with the fork. “It the last swim meets, we did. I just can’t figure out how I keep coming in last.” Dropping her fork no longer feels like eating. “I just don’t get it,” She continues. “I practice almost every day.”
“Hmm, do you think if I were to…”
“Oh come on Stacy.” Interrupt Brenda before tossing a bit of fried girlmeat into her open mouth. Stacy annoyed waits for the blonde who not on the swimming team to continue. “It her drag that slowing her down,” explains the teen before shoving a few more golden morsels into her mouth.
“My drag?” Ask Kami puzzle on what her best friend meant.
Brenda merely nods, as she swallows the mash up meat down her throat. Reaching for her soda, “It your oversized tits.” Declare the teen before taking a swig.
Turning red at Brenda frankness of her ample chest, “m-my t-tits?” Shudder Kami upset her tits have been drag into the conversation. “How are they causing me drag?” She inquires peering down at the two large lumps. Her D-cups had been and always a sore spot in her mind. She really does not care for them since they are always in the way, and she hates the nickname and jab relating to them.
Placing the now empty can on the table, “You are complaining of always being last places, and you are the only girl on the team with those mountains on your chest. Ergo, they must be causing you drag.”
“B-but Sam t-tits are barely smaller, and she does way better.”

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anyone has the archive of the old gurochan /lit?

Not my story, just reposting as requested in the Looking for stories thread.

Graduation

Her classmates filled the small room, packed tight against one another but leaving some space around her. All their faces glowed with anticipation; the whole graduation day had been filled with a spirit of camaraderie, the students all excited for each other. Even if they had never known one another over the last few years, every soul was happily congratulating his or her peers, cheering for them and egging them on as they stepped up to the mirror to complete their final test.
As she stood before the mirror, she looked down at the objects in her hands: a knife in one, the handle warmed by the hands of all the students who had used it before her; and in the other hand a small glass jar filled with an antiseptic solution. Below the mirror was a sort of lectern with a socket in the center just large enough to hold the jar - rather like a cupholder. The mirror itself loomed before her in that intimidating way in which only a mirror can, her reflection staring back with all her anxiety on full display. Behind her she could see the expectant faces of all her classmates; unbelievable as it may have been, every one of them had passed the test and was waiting on her to follow them.
She placed the jar into the socket and raised the knife to her face, taking a deep breath. For the last three years she had been preparing for this moment; she remembered all the classes, the new language she'd had to learn, the training she had undergone to use the new tools she was soon to start using. She was completely ready, and yet, now that the moment was here, it seemed so intimidating. She glanced at the knife; this close to her eye, its every detail was sharply visible. The blade had of course been cleaned after every use, but a single ominous drop of blood remained on the handle. The knife itself curved gracefully both parallel to and perpendicular to its edge, its form following its very specific function. The edge was immaculate, not a single tiny kink, notch, or dull spot having been allowed to exist on it.
With the glowing faces of all her peers clustered around her into a solid wall of anticipation, she inched the knife blade closer to her face. Her heart was racing and time seemed to crawl like the slowest of snails, but eventually she felt the cold metal prick her skin. Now was the moment of truth - she had to execute her task perfectly. She pressed the point deeper into her flesh, the sm

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There was some story about a guy and 3 girls he fucked. The guy killed 2 super busty women to attach their breasts onto 2 young girls. He fucked them and a third girl, but only anally or something like that. Here's a quote:

"“Shit, these things are heavy.” Shi didn't dare to look inside them. But she could tell that their content was huge. Rather than breasts, it looked more like there were human heads inside these bags. But then again, they were even too big for heads.

Shi couldn't understand why anyone would want to have such gigantic tits. And even less why her brother was willing to kill people to give his girlfriends these ridiculous tits."