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to the admins:

When I click on "Comment too long, view post No..... to see the full comment" the full comment don´t open.

in the Literature section, clicking on the 'comment too long click to read the full comment' doesn't work, and just repeats the screen with the short comment.

The long post issue should be good now: >>>/dis/25198

Sorry we didn't notice it quicker

>>32204
Meanwhile, as we expectantly wait for Ed to return to the story, Here's a couple of renders of Sandy posing at Gingerbread

>>32232
Awesome pictures of Sandy! I've been deliberately vague about what is planned for Lucas so you can enjoy watching it unfold as it happens! I am sorry I didn't finish it by Halloween as intended but I should be able to finish it by the end of this week 😊

As for the old one, I'm very unlikely to return to it but you have my blessing to finish it yourself if you feel so inclined 😊

>>32243
It wouldn't be live sex with the witch in the dining room before being covered and stuffed in gingerbread batter and baked in the oven as a live cooked gingerbread boy would it?

>>32247
Hmm... You're about 30% right!

Next part is written. I immediately wanted to copy and post, but good girls proofread and edit! I think it's already a good mix of sex and guro and humor and drama, but I'm gonna make sure it's better before I post it. Coming soon!

After having spent several more minutes devouring Alexa's pussy, Riley felt like she might be able to stand, even though her neck and legs still hurt. She stood up, wobbling like a newborn fawn, but feeling steady enough. 'If I fall down, I'll just eat more' she thought to herself, then giggled a little. She kind of hoped she *would* fall. The balance between her two lusts were teetering, but she did manage to find her footing.

As she staggered to her feet, another head and another headless body tumbled down from a chute above, smacking onto the growing pile of dead middle school girls.

A moment later, the door to the disposal chamber opened, sending a blinding rectangle of light from the well-lit school basement hallway on the other side. Riley turned her dead eyes to the source of light, and could make out a few backlit silhouettes entering the room.

"Heeyyy! Riley!! Got snuffed early today, huh?"
She couldn't make out the figure walking towards her, but she knew the voice. Regina had been in fifth grade when Riley died twelve years ago. Now she was part of the school cafeteria staff.

"Hi Reggie" Riley said, as she stumbled, naked, covered in blood and gore towards the door "yeah, Mr. Phillips fucked me on the rope." Her voice was a little hoarse still after the hanging, but Regina was an old friend by now, and had always been a sweet kid.

"Well, seein' you're on your feet again and it's only second period, I hope there's enough girl meat left in here for lunch."


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I really enjoy this story, especially the girl-on-girl action. Can't wait for more!

Oops, didn't mean to click sage...

>>32244
Thanks! It's been fun to write so far. I've been tempted to do a time-skip to get to other ideas I have come up with, but I think I'll just follow Riley through this one day for now. She's a needy girl, after all.

Oh... and do you mean the girl-on-girl sex or the girl-on-girl violence? There's gonna be plenty more of both, tbh. ☺️

>>32108
Halfway? Interesting. I wasn't sure it would be that long, though I wonder what the plan is regarding that? Will it continue as normal or will it gradually be building up to the end with little "close calls" where his dragon dick gets nicks or minor injuries that end up exploited or majorly compromised later?

>>32062
Loved the human humiliation and cock fucking here. I wonder if or when there'll be some hints dropped on his enormous armored dragon cock's vulnerabilities?

>>32210
Thank you! I was a little worried people might not like an m/m chapter, considering the rest has been f/m, so I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it. As for his vulnerability, someone has already guessed it earlier in the thread ;)

Ep. 5 coming soon!

>>32236
I liked it mostly for the speciesism/superiority as a greater male in how he behaved. If not planned already I'm hoping there could be more of that, like say him encountering then destroying the genitals of a male wyvern and gryphon while expressing his draconic superiority/criticizing perceived flaws in them vs his own on top of seeing them as also lesser beings. Maybe at least one of those could be encountered as a mount of a would be slayer.

>>32236
Really hope his glorious downfall won't be a one and done deal, that it gets the right build up and execution! That said, also curious if it'll maintain his perspective during that or if it'll shift in order to get a better "viewpoint" of the act.

Jinx skimmed through the note quickly, while she responded to Caitlyn on autopilot. “I talked with VI about a trip to Thailand.” she sent as planned, the sisters both made regular searches about a Thailand, this served as an escape way if they needed to disappear. When they promise the disposal of all witnesses, this included the hitwomen themselves.

The letter had basic instructions, twelve targets, weekly meetings in an hotel. They were only women trying to start a union to protect their rights. Not that Jinx cared. She looked up the names on social media just to visualise their faces before calling Caitlyn. “Hi, we’re good?” she heard a few keys getting pressed before Caitlyn’s response. “Yup. So, I already killed VI. Do you want me to take the tickets?” The killer leaned with the letter in her hand. “Yeah that should be good. Hey, from the info I got I can take care of the target this evening. Can you send me a pickup?” she heard scribbling on paper. “Sure. I’ll make a delivery at 28 Lane streets, the key will be on the ignition. Anything else?” jinx took a moment to think. “Nah, I’m good. See ya later.” Caitlyn responded back before hanging up.

Jinx grabbed her own laptop for her research. The targets had their meeting just this evening, she had the address of the hotel, a quick peer into the booking and she had the room, the business suite. The professional killer bursted in laughs when she found out the suite was sound-proofed. That will be an easy one. She looked into the contacts of the one who appeared to be organising the meeting and… Bingo, she did book a catering staff for that evening. Jinx spent the next hours putting her weapons together and planning every steps. When she the clock struck 6PM she lunched Canvas on her laptop and made a call with a contact. Her official job was graphic designer, her computer was set to randomly put and delete shape to give the illusion she was here, and the contact posed as a client to give her an alibi.

She jumped into her car, still fully naked and drove for barely five minutes until she found the pickup Caitlyn left her. She parked right beside it and passed her bag of tools then herself in the new vehicule. Tainted glass dark evening, nobody could tell the driver wasn’t wearing a thing, especially not that she loaded a crossbow. She followed the delivery girl from the catering company. She drove a pickup similar to Jinx’s. It took a single well-tossed nail to pierce her tire. The poor woman stepped out of h

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The hitwoman waited until she felt the cart under her getting moved. She heard chatting of various sources but kept her focus, which was hard because of how boring it was. She chose a position that didn’t let her move much safe for her limbs, so Jinx couldn’t do much but screw a silencer on her gun. Just to be prepared if someone accidentally opened the cloche. Even without light she didn’t struggle. She felt the cart reaching the elevator, she’d need to rely on hearing from then on. Several “Dings” repeated whenever they made a stop, until the cart got pushed again.

Whoever handled Jinx’s cart let it beside a wall to open a door, before pushing it again. Right as she heard the door close behind her, Jinx grinned. The task was done. “Good evening, here is your meal you ordered for this evening. Enjoy your meal.” In a split second the waitress removed the cloche to reveal nothing but Jinx carrying two assault riffle, she had her ass stuffed around a thick rode in the tray that could freely turn in it’s joint. This allowed the killer to spin on herself at high speed while firing to her heart content. The targets barely had a second to scream and run from the naked spinning killer here to end them. All the screams did was making a melody in Jinx’s ears, they didn’t stop them from getting riddled with bullets.

The bullets pierced the waitress just the same. No witnesses. After a few spins, Jinx slowed down to a stop. It took some delicate movements to remove herself from the rode. Jinx looked around, the room was filled with smoking corpses, she felt a sense of pride in all this. Despite the slaughter she made, Jinx was still a professional, she avoided shooting any bullets where it would cause damage to the suite. She first recovered all bullets and casing, next she dragged all the corpses into the tray and hid them under the cloche. A seal prevented the blood from leaking out. Lastly, she thoroughly cleaned the room, wiping any place that could have her fingerprints, or any other prints, and cleaning all the blood with bleach. It was relaxing, one of her favorite part of the job. She carefully polished the cutlery and decorations, sitting her naked ass right where her victims sat minutes ago, humming a tune.

Once the room shone, Jinx left with the cart. She took the elevator tapping her foot during the long wait. It stopped mid way, a single guest got a glimpse of Jinx’s naked body before she shot an arrow right in her throat. “YES!” the killer exclaimed, before tossing the corpses with the others, cleaning the blood and resuming her descent. The lift dropped her in a staff area thanks to the late waitress’s badge. She took a few turns so nobody would see her until outside of the building. Jinx then put the cart in the back of the pickup and drove calmly drove away, her task complete. No one who saw her was still alive, and she didn’t leave any hints about her or the victims. She only had to get rids of all the bodies here.

She turned on the radio, singing along all the way to Caitlyn’s shop. The butcher opened the garage for the killer to park the pickup. Jinx almost jumped out of the car after turning off the engine. “So, what do you have here?” Caitlyn asked. “With the witnesses we’re at 14, wait no 15.” Cait nodded thinking. “Ok, I guess you can use this one then.” she pointed to a bucket from the back room. “Yeah that’ll do.” and for the next hour, Jinx carefully dismantled each body, first stripping them and then chopping off their heads, hands, and feet, thankfully none of them had scars, or tattoos, but she still removed patches of skin every now and then to fool Cait. She put all the limbs and shaved heads in the bucket, the hair and nails were dissolved in acid once she was done.

“I’m done!” Jinx called and Caitlyn came not ling after. “Nice, drop everything in the grinder quickly and I’ll start taking care of the bodies.” While whistling, Jinx carried the bucket filled with various parts to the industrial meat grinder, careful to not show any to Cait. And a few seconds later all identifying features of the victims got reduced to ground meat. Meanwhile, Caitlyn dragged one of the corpse to the butchering table, she already drained the blood and removed the organs. “Can you put this one in the cold room?” she asked her friend. “Sure.” Jinx grabbed the corpse and carried it away. The cold air from the walk-in freezer teased her bare skin. At first there were just the corpses of livestock, but further in the back, Jinx reached the storage area for human meat. The only corpse there was her sisters.

Jinx dropped the corpse she carried on a nearby table and hooked it’s ankles. While doing it, she took a moment to play with VI’s freezing corpse. The body hung by its ankles pierced by two hooks. Not far away on a display stand rested VI’s head, jaw open and eyes semiclosed. Cait marked them with VI’s Hitwoman ID: 6. she put one on the head under the eye, and two on the meat, one on the ass and one on the boobs, with a line under each to be recognised upside-down. “Damn sis, you look like shit.” she teased the corpse for its pathetic expression, all while toying with its massive boobs hanging down. She flickered one repeatedly to watch it bob up and down.

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A rewriting of “It’s the grand pumpkin, Milhouse” from the treehouse of Horror XIX, episode 4 of the season 20. it’s a silly idea that has been on my mind since a while.


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On the 31th of October, a young child longed in a large pumpkin patch. Their hopes and dreams eventually swept in the ground, watering a pumpkin which grew larger and larger, until it could unroot itself, walk and even talk. “Oh my! The grand pumpkin! Here I made you a cake!” upon tasting the cake, the great pumpkin recognised the taste of its kin. Enraged it swallowed the kid whole, munching on it again and again, until their blood dripped from their pumpkin lips.

The grand pumpkin wandered through the city, wreaking havoc to anyone messing with pumpkin kin. The whole town of Springfield panicked, until one girl, Lisa Simpson bravely tried to discuss with the deadly pumpkin, despite the warnings of her friends. “Mister the Grand pumpkin. I am sorry my people eat your kind. But maybe we could find something that both of us can eat?” the monster listened to her ideas, but did not kill her.

The giant pumpkin liked her suggestion. It took a moment to ponder its options. But humans would never change, it learnt it already. So finding a dish to please both side as much proved challenging. That’s when they found the answer! While the girl with her kind spirit suggested Tofu, an ingredient unrelated to neither species. The pumpkin chose to go the other way, the dish that would feed them both would include the flesh of both their children.

Of course the young Lisa looked outraged, but the others, hungry on pumpkin and peace, agreed on the spot. They grabbed her tender body, stripped her bare, exposing her skin to the cold of the winter. A chef with his knife pierced the innocent girl’s skin, who flayed, screamed and begged all at once. But determined to bring peace, the improvised cooks held her tight.

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I didn’t want to start a long story, nor write something similar to my recent short ones. I ran out of ideas so here’s something silly I didn’t think would end up as real story but here it is.
Non-casual universe (third in a row, I'll loose my tittle at this rate)


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Earthbending has multiple applications, one of them being a mediation style that reinforce all of the users body over time. Toph learnt this technique not long after the war, of course, since she is the greatest earthbender of all time, she managed to add her own twist to it. Now at 14 years old, two years of daily mediation lightly reinforced her bones, her muscles were just a tiny bit tougher. The genius earth bender used the body-modifying ability of this mediation stance to improve something else.

Toph spent most of her days alone wandering, training, or simply relaxing. Today she chose to relax, she built a nice house with one stomp, made a fire with a few sticks and threw her hunt of the day in a clay cauldron over the fire. She then decide to sun bath. Noone was nearby, so she went fully naked, feeling the heat of the sun and the tiniest vibrations on her bare skin. She unfortunately couldn’t lay down, when learning about this mediation her first reaction was to use it to grow her tits and ass that were too small for her. She worked too well, her boobs were individually as big as herself, same for her ass cheeks. This large amount of flesh was both obscene and impractical, but that didn’t mean she would stop!

quite a mess in the numbering again... but hey! day 90! nice!

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She barely leaned back, and her ass reached the ground. This felt pretty good, this was the closer she could get from laying down. Resting on her giant ass she enjoyed the warm of the sun on her bare skin. Her sismic sense allowed her to perceive everything around her, mainly through her feet, but here even her ass warned her if anything happened. They tried to be sneaky, but Toph could feel the intruders from mile away. Unfortunately they knew to stay away from the ground, not an issue in itself, but this meant they knew about her skills.

The Earthbender let the two strangers come close. Their footwork and heart rate clearly pointed to trained soldiers. The wave in the earth were disturbed, but she clearly felt some places getting heated up. A Firebender and another Earthbender. She only reacted when her skin felt the incoming heat. She bent the ground under her to sink her own body deeper, dodging the fire ball with precise mouvement. “Hello young assassins, I guess you’re here to kill me? Please don’t tell me you thought it would be easy. I am the GREATEST EARTHBENDER TO EVER LIFE! After all!”

Awesome

>>30449
Thank you!

Hi, I was really in the mood to read the dolphin story this morning but ASSTR is dead :( Is it posted anywhere else, please?

>>32196
Don't worry, I found it 😊
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/authors/TheVisitorBlack/Fanfiction/Alisa%20and%20The%20Dolphins.html

A hungry werewolf devouring his third serving of pumpkin pie, a scantily clad angel refilling an overdressed vampire's glass with cranberry juice, a witch in a crooked hat smearing green paint across a zombie's face as they make out, a ghost in a bedsheet showing cute pictures on her smartphone to a mummy wrapped in toilet paper.

The merry chatter of the Halloween party went quiet when a new guest arrived.

Rin wore black tights, a black dress, black gloves — even the iconic bow in her hair was replaced with a black variant. But it was not her clothes that struck everyone with awe. In her hands she held a severed head — and not just any head, but that of her dear brother Len. Her inseparable twin, her irreplaceable other half, now rested lifelessly in his sister's delicate hands as an accessory to her outfit. His gaze, which had always radiated unconditional love for Rin, now stared meaninglessly into nothingness forever, as she caressed his dead head like her most valuable treasure.

"Do you like it?" Rin smiled slyly through her tears. She brought Len's lifeless head to her face, rubbing her hot, blushing cheek against his pale coldness with sublime devotion. "This is my costume. A mourning sister."

As she turned her gaze back to the audience, the profound loss in her eyes was enough to drown in. And she showed it off proudly as her most brilliant Halloween idea. It wasn't about dressing in black. It was about the unquenchable sorrow, the irreplaceable absence, the unfillable void in her soul where her brother used to be. All real. All part of her costume.

Great story! Do you take requests?

>>32199
Of course! contact me on telegram (if you have one) CACHECCCC or on twitter @MegaCACHECCCC :3

Seems interesting, I'm looking forward to the next parts.

PART 2/3

The waitress was delicious. The carcass was skillfully roasted with crunchy skin and tender meat. The friends couldn’t help themselves but to cut more and more parts for their plates. Ann, of course, was eating as two. She sipped her whisky between bites.

“It’s not good for the baby, is it?” asked Maggie pointing at the glass.

“I’m getting snuffed, remember?” laughed Ann. “Besides, I feel this little bloodsucker,” she patted her belly, “is getting drunk and excited to get snuffed too.”

Olivia patted her belly too.

“I’m full!” she proclaimed. “I’d love to have a good dick now!”

She glanced at two men, who were still making out in their alcove. They got bored with Emily’s head by now, threw it away and sat with the rest of the friends. Olivia decided to make use of them. She stood up, took a knife and approached Michael’s lover.

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PART 3/3

Olivia rode one of the boy’s dick while the other packed his into her ass. Her huge single tit was swinging profoundly. Her mouth was filled with another cock. As she moaned, she looked at the fourth player, who was masturbating near her.

“What are you waiting for?” she hissed at him, taking the cock out of her mouth.

“You don’t have any more holes,” the fourth boy excused himself.

“Oh, for the love of…” cried the chubby woman. “Kids these days don’t have imagination.”

She grabbed the knife from a counter and without any hesitation wedged it under one of her eyes. She then pressed it and plucked her eyeball out with a wet sound. As if she’s done it before, she cut the nerve cord and ordered the boy to her as the blood ran down her cheek profusely.

She touched the boy’s face gently and put her eyeball inside his mouth. As he started chewing it, she returned to sucking the third player. When the boy swallowed, he approached the hollow eye socket with his penis and inserted it inside. He started penetrating her skull and Olivia hoped he’d destroy her brain with it. That would be a cool, humiliating death.

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>>31902
I haven't had the patience to find the original story, but I enjoyed it a lot!

>>31904

The original was one of mine. Glad you liked it enough to do your own version. 🥰

Reintroducing the Burrowing Boa to the Wild
https://boards.guro.st/lit/koko.php?res=27354&page=1#q27435

>>31906
Omg it was so good! I love so many of your stories, but I felt like I HAD to write out something in response just to get it out

>>31656
Thread discussion: AI-generated stories.
Yes or no?

>>22315
I can only share videos of girls orgasming handsfree.

you should go for it. It sounds really fun!!!

After a lot of thought I've decided to drop a couple of my little story ideas here and hope they find a good home. Despite all the guro writing I've done, I honestly have a fairly low tolerance for gore and torture, and I just can't seem to think of a way of telling these stories so that I would enjoy reading or writing them.

The central idea of both stories is that giving birth normally carries a risk of the mother dying in labor, but if you make birth physically impossible, that risk becomes a guarantee. Here are two different ways to achieve this extremely slow, agonizing death.


The King's Coronation
Set in medieval times. About 7-8 months prior to his coronation, the king impregnated several girls. During the girls' second trimester, he ordered the court physician to cut out the girls' birth canals, and sew shut their cunt and cervix. On the first day of the coronation, the court physician forced the heavily pregnant girls to drink a potion, which sent the girls' bodies into labor. Since there was no hole to push the baby through, each of the girls spent the rest of the week-long celebration screaming and writhing in agony, until one by one their bodies gave in to the strain and they died, entertaining the guests at the coronation.
Notes:
'Coronation' can mean either the day a royal is crowned, or it can mean the anniversary of that date.
The ages and social status of the victims could be adjusted to change the flavor of the story. I'm partial to the idea of the girls being the teenage princesses, but naked slave girls could also be fun.


Birth Control

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Whatever this is.