My name is Aaron Morr, or at least it used to be. Countless years ago a rip opened in what is now known as the space-time-continuum. I was with my friends Jonas and Lars, and we were pulled into it.

We thought we died because we awoke in a paradise. It was not Earth, but all the common sense rules we knew applied to this new place. We drank fresh water always, all the fruit was completely ripe and always delicious and finally the world was populated by beautiful young women.

So what did we do? What any young men in such a paradise would. We ate everything, drank everything and fucked everyone. The women were absolutely amazing and they seemed to be defenseless and almost infinite. We fucked them whether they wanted to or not.

That was life - fucking the willing and raping the rest. They all ranged from as young as six to as old as twenty. At least, that’s what they seemed like. Life was the best - what could possibly go wrong?

Well, it turns out that world was owned by a trio of powerful witches. The witches came one day, captured us and to punish us for our, what had now been years, of transgressions against their women.

They casted spells on us and turned us into monsters. Helpless monsters. They turned Jonas into a vampire, they turned me into a robot and they turned Lars into a dog. They transformed us into their own personal kinks and for centuries forced us to be their sexual slaves. The witches raped us, and beat us, and treated us like complete tools. We deserved it. But we lost our minds and our will to live,

Centuries later a scientist found their way to the dimension and encountered us. Seeing us something to be pitied he returned our minds and gave us the power to steal the witches powers if we could eat a part of their anatomy.

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My name is Jonas Eva Von Hearth, and I am a happy man right now. In front of me, at the end of a long hallway cowered a young teenage girl in a beautiful blue dress, with white trim. It flow nicely along her nice maybe… fifteen? Sixteen year old figure? Delicious C cups, smooth white skin, dark long hair draped along her back. But her eyes, yes - her eyes were wide, dark and large with fear as I approached her. It was a big disappointing that as I looked down her dress. I noticed it was spoiled by her own urine. It had traveled out of her, through her now stained panties and all over her dress and legs, to what was now a running puddle on the floor.

“NO! NO! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” the girl shrieked seeming to try to move into the wall she was pressed against. I just smiled and bent over down at her.

“Now, why would you think I’d do that?” I asked. Her eyes flickered back and forth between confusion and panic.

“You… you raped my friends and killed them.” she stuttered. I stood straight slowly, growing to my full seven foot height. My own dark brown trench-coat swayed back and forth as I pondered her statement. Tipping my Fedora hat up I smiled down at her.

“Well, not exactly. I killed them by raping them. Though you do have a point, history does predict that I will do the same to you.” I said softly gently putting one of my hands against the back of her head as she whimpered and started to shake.

Without any warning I clutched her hair and yanked her to her tip toes where she screamed out, tears running down her face. “NO! NO! NO! HELP ME! SOMEONE! OH GOD! OH GOD!”

“God won’t help you.” I whispered into her ear and slowly led my other hand to her thigh, along her silky smooth skin, savoring each moment, and tracing the path of her urine to the point between her legs. My fingers slowly nudged aside the cotton white panties and I stroked her soft pussy. Her shrieks increased as she felt my fingers at her most sensitive region.

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Her name was Melody Garcia and she was young - only 17 – and had never taken the bus before by herself, let alone to the bad part of town. She tried her hardest not to let people see that she was crying.

When the bus finally came to her stop, she gathered her few things together and waddled off. It would all be over soon. It would all be over soon… she kept telling herself. An hour from now, she’d be back on the bus, headed toward home, and it would be like the whole thing had never happened.

She had scrawled the address on a scrap of paper, stuffed in her pants pocket. She shivered as she walked through the diseased and broken streets. Sirens wailed in the distance. She finally came to the storefront… looked like it had been a convenience store at one time. There were still shelves, with stray cans of tuna and tomato paste here and there. Halogen buzzed and flickered.

In the middle of the store sat a woman with a pale face. “May I help you?”

“Y-yes, I’m here to see Dr. D-Devon,” Melody stuttered.

“Dr. Devon?” The woman smiled. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The password, the password… Melody closed her eyes and recited, “Cherry blossoms.”

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Each day, the lowest performing female student in the class was to be snuffed. To encourage the male students to work almost as hard, the best performing students always got to 'participate' in the event.

This explains why Mindy was nervous when she sat down in her desk for the final period of the day. She knew that she was near the bottom of the list right now. Her and her best friend Shannah had far too often cut class and wasted time trying to get the attention of the few boys in the class.

She sat down, worried. She looked around the room and didn't see Shannah anywhere. It should be easy, given that she was the only black girl in the class, and had a head long frizzy hair (though she usually kept it tied back pretty tightly). There was still 5 minutes before the bell.

At that moment the teacher cleared his voice and addressed the class,

"As you guys know, it's that time of the week again! I know you're all excited to find out who this week's lucky students are!"

Some of the boys were grinning at this point, a few were crossing their fingers hoping that they would make the cut. Cassie glanced her way and gave her a wicked smile.

"But this week we have an interesting situation. It seems that both Shannah, and Mindy are tied for the lowest marks in the class! So depending on whether or not Shannah is on time or not, we won't know who didn't make the cute for a couple more minutes."

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April's Soup Selfie

	

“Thank you very much for volunteering to help Miss O'Neil.” Chef Murakami said as he and April entered the kitchen of his restaurant.

	

“It's no problem at all Murakami-san.”April admitted with guilty pleasure. Her intentions in helping weren't exactly pure-hearted after all. “So, what do you want me to do?” She asked, as she closed the door to the dining area behind her.

	

“First, I have regular customer coming in, he loves Sushi! So go to refrigerator and get fish!” Murakami asked making his way to the counter to prepare a cutting board and suitable knife.

	

As soon as Murakami's back was turned, April shucked off her t-shirt, revealing the fact that despite a sizable set of breasts for her age, the redhead wasn't wearing a bra. April dropped the shirt to the floor and kicked it under another counter, a guilty thrill passing through her at the action. This was why she had volunteered to help Mr. Murakami.

	

“So what's next?” April asked Chef Murakami as she snapped another selfie on her phone of herself leaning against the kitchen counter, completely naked. April grinned as another illicit exhibitionistic thrill hit her as she looked at it. The sheer excitement if being naked right beneath Chef Murakami's nose was building in her and April wanted more.

	

“Next dish is Turtle Soup!” Murakami announced to his helper as he placed the large soup tureen on the burner. April blinked as she saw it, the pot was huge! Big enough to fit her entire body inside if she squeezed a bit. April had a hard time pulling her gaze away from it as chef Murakami filled it with broth and turned on the flames beneath it.

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Uuugh, my story fell off the end of the list again. I continue to patiently await the day the staff get around to changing /lit/ to not do that, hint hint nudge nudge wink wink stab stab.
In the meantime, enjoy reading this story again as one massive wall of text with no formatting! xP

THE VILLAGE AND THE GIRL WITH THE VISION

Tonight was the night - I could feel it in my gut. The night I’d finally go all the way with her. We’d been flirting off and on for weeks, and gone out a couple times, but never really done anything. But after the sickeningly romantic events of this evening, it was all but inevitable.
The minute school had ended, we had met up and spent the late afternoon going through every attraction the town had to offer, ending with a picnic of sorts under the waning spray of Mount Eri. It wasn’t really a mountain - people just ended up calling it that - but rather a geyser that erupted like clockwork twice every day, so regularly the villagers had come to use it to tell time. While the water coming out was extremely hot at the beginning, after a few minutes of erratic bursts it would lose some of its power, and by the time the water droplets had drifted through the air and returned to the ground they were at a very pleasant warmth. In the current situation it was making both of us feel very aroused.
“The food’s gone soggy,” I commented casually.
“So it has. I guess we didn’t really think this through,” responded my girlfriend.
“Guess we might as well do something else.”
I’d said exactly what she wanted to hear and I knew it. Within moments the ruined snacks had been swept away and I found myself lying flat on my back under her. Her hands began to wander across my naked skin, exciting me even more than the tickle of the water droplets had. One found its way to my face, while the other drifted down, lower and lower, across my belly and toward my legs.
One hand brushed against my eyelash while the other was beginning to probe my crotch, when suddenly she drew back in horror.
“You! You haven’t… What am I doing?” she exclaimed, aghast. “You haven’t blossomed!”

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I got this idea recently and I quite liked it, so I thought I'd toss it out here and see if we can get some people to play. The rules are as basic as it gets: majority vote, in case of a tie I flip a coin or something; write-ins generally allowed and will be considered if they get substantial support (or I really like the idea).

Here's the twist, though. The point isn't so much 'winning' the story, as it is repeatedly encountering ways to die gruesomely; not unlike I Wanna be the Guy or Demonophobia, as interactive fiction. (I was half tempted to keep this part secret at first but I didn't want to piss off people coming here expecting a long and dramatic story.)

The first story I write without translator. I hope it works! I am not an expert but I think it sound a little bit more solid this way… ;)


The Live of Number 562.

Today is her day! She knows not much but you never forget your own big day! After all, 562 have fulfill her training last month. 562 is small and hasn’t much meat but she helps herself with her naturally cuteness. With her smooth skin and nature red hair, she gets through all big test. This makes her happy, because she wants to be a “full body”. After all, all want to be “full body”. Girls that’s are not cute enough become just parts. For the first time in her live, she allowed to wear the maid uniform, every meat girl wears if her day comes. The day, when customers can order you.
Her first customer want a girl with a little bit more meat. The second one search for a blonde girl… But with the new pair, at table 3, she has a good feeling.
“I am 562. I will be happy to be your main dish!” She speaks her text. She never forgets this, because the teachers hit you, if you make a failure.
“She looks to young and unexperienced. I think we better take another girl” The Woman of the pair say.
562 explain friendly. “I’m trained for 7 years. I have learned everything, you need to know as a meat girl.”
“Look at her, I am sure, she makes a great spit roast.” The men say.
“You sure? I not see much meat at her body…” the women say skeptical.
The men already sound confident. “look how cute she is, I’m absolutely sure!”

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Hi guys, just a quick little story this time.

Caroline was sitting alone in a sterile, tiled room in the local meat processing plant. She was just minutes from death, the excitement made her pulse rise and her breathing became fast and shallow. She had been expecting this for some time, more than half of her friends had been taken away during the last couple of months and Caroline had figured out that one day they would come for her too. A truck had come to her house early in the morning, and two uniformed men had knocked on the door and informed her parents that their oldest daughter had been selected for processing, and had to come with them immediately. Within a couple of minutes Caroline had been woken up, gotten dressed, and said goodbye to her whole family. At the processing facility she had been stripped, washed and shaved before being placed in a room to await her execution. There were many others there, and they were collected in groups of four at a time. Caroline had watched group after group leave the room, until only five remained. After some time four more names were called, but not hers. The four others left, and after the door closed she was alone.

The room was eerily quiet. Caroline tried to calm herself down and focused on taking long, deep breaths. Her mind drifted off and all kinds of thoughts filled her mind. She wondered what dying would be like. She had heard that it was painful and frightening, but she had also heard rumours of pleasant, even erotic deaths. The young girl had recently discovered the pleasure she could get from her own body, and had lately masturbated almost every night before going to sleep.

Her hands were resting in her lap, but somehow they found their way to her crotch. Her fingers traced the area around her outer labia and she was enjoying the sensation of a completely bare pussy. She had never shaved it before, after all it had only recently started growing, but she liked the feeling. Slowly she moved to her outer lips, moving her hand up and down its length and slipping a finger between her outer and inner lips. She moved even further in, gently massaging her inner lips and the area around her clit. Caroline licked her fingers and coated them with her saliva, before moving her hand to her pussy again, rubbing it in with her spit. After a little while she could feel her own lubrication coming from her vagina. She knew she was ready, and inserted a finger, working it in and out, slowly but firmly. The other hand focused on her clit, occasionally moving up to her chest to caress her small, budding breasts. Her arousal was growing by the second, and not long after the first finger went in she was ready for one more. She put her middle and ring finger together and put them at her opening, inserting them ever so slowly, savouring the feeling of every millimetre being stuffed into her pussy. It felt so good!

Suddenly, just as Caroline had gotten as much of her fingers as she could inside her, the door opened. A man entered, and Caroline pulled out her fingers and straightened herself up as fast as she could. She was sure he had seen what she had been doing, but he didn’t mention it.

“Caroline, right?” he asked, and Caroline nodded. “I’m Christopher, now it’s just you and me. Don’t worry, it will be over quickly and if you do everything right, it won’t hurt. Now come with me.”

He walked out the door, and Caroline followed him. The gravity of the situation suddenly hit her, and she started shaking. Christopher was walking with fast steps, and Caroline was somehow not able to follow him. He noticed, turned around and spoke to her.

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Posting random short stories here.

I haven't written in awhile, and I wasn't that great the last time I tried either. So any feedback to help me improve is welcomed.

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Sarah emerged from Larissa's cunt with a face dripping with pussy juice "Okay! It's my turn to get eaten out!" She repositioned herself so that she was laying on her back with her legs spread wide open, and her right hand holding up her black miniskirt to display her nicely shaved cunt.

Katie, currently sitting on Larissa's face having her own cunt munched on, responded, "As soon as Larissa... oh... is finished with me I'll do you." Katie was close to cuming, but Sarah was impatient.

"Oh come on baby! Eat me now!" Sarah pouted, parting her pussy lips as a tease.

"Horny are we... ugh" Katie's response was cut short when a man entered the room with a gun drawn and fired a bullet into her head. Katie collapsed onto the bed with blood steadily pouring from the small hole, soaking her hair and the fabric of the mattress; piss sprayed from her pussy onto Larissa's face, who didn't respond to the situation fast enough. As soon as she tasted the warm urine emptying from her dead friend's bladder she scrambled off of the bed, but barely made it an inch towards the door before the gunman put three bullets into her lower back. She hit the floor in agony, but before she could scream the man pressed the gun against the back of her head and put her out of her misery.

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Panic and horror were being washed away from Simon’s mind by an itching despair and a painful yearning to accept what has happened to him. The desire to make peace with what he was going through was searing his mind. He felt like peace was just one more step away, but hope was pulling him back relentlessly, gently strangling him with its caring hands.

It felt like many years have passed since the day when Simon was an ordinary man living an ordinary life. Once again he tried to remember the last day of that life. He was hanging on to every detail, looking if there was something he missed or forgot, anything that could be a hint to what was about to happen to him. But no, it was an ordinary cup of coffee, those were his colleagues having an ordinary conversation about football, a usual fake smile on the TV screen in the cafeteria, those were the usual buttons he pressed in the elevator… It was a very usual day, and that memory was fading away, losing its colors, turning to ashes as it was smoldering in his mind.
Simon was surrounded by darkness, in most literal and horrifying sense of the word. He felt like his feet weren’t touching anything, neither did he feel anything keeping him suspended above ground. He could move his hands and feet freely, but he couldn’t see them or figure out why he didn’t feel his own touch on his skin. The sensation that his body is made of gas was so unnatural and scary that Simon would spend hours, convincing himself that he exists. His mind was a slowly sinking ship in an endless sea of madness, and he knew, that even if by some miracle his life would return to normal he will never be who he was again.

He tried to pinch himself, bite his tongue, break his finger, poke his eye, anything that would make him feel something, anything that would keep him from going back to pointlessly rummaging in his memories. But his movements were so slow and weak he’d hardly be able to push a crumpled piece of paper in zero gravity. The fact that he was still breathing was one of the most disturbing things he was rediscovering again and again. He was trying to scream, but either he was too weak to make any sound or the ominous void around him was absorbing the sound before it was coming out from his lungs. At some point he realized he can’t even hear his own heartbeat.

Sometimes Simon would just stare into the endless blackness when his mind got too exhausted to shuffle thoughts around, he was falling to a short shallow sleep to recover barely enough energy to continue rolling down the spiral of madness. Maybe he died? And what if he didn’t die properly? What if this is what they call afterlife and there really is a god, as petty and vile, as religious teachings describe him, and now he’s punishing Simon for living his life like any normal modern man would?

There was no way to tell how much time has passed since Simon found himself inside that void. There was no way to tell how much would it take before he’d become one with it. But suddenly something changed. It started when Simon felt his teeth with the tip of his tongue, then the darkness in front of him was torn apart by a blinding light that grew from a slim crack in the seemingly undefeatable and eternal nothingness. As the light was mercilessly banishing the cosmic darkness, purest joy and happiness were washing away all the pain and despair from Simon’s mind. He felt as if he was reborn and was overflowing with a childishly pure love to everything that came to existence from the light that came to his rescue.

When the euphoria started to let go, Simon’s ability to assess his surroundings began to come back. He realized he was naked and wet to the bone. His hands, feet and torso were firmly fixed on some metal cross-like contraption. When his eyes got used to the light he looked around and realized he was inside a big round room with a white floor and ceiling. The device he was shackled to stood on a podium, right on its center. The walls were covered with large flat screen monitors. Simon tried to focus his sight on them and realized they were all showing him, from different angles. Only then he noticed lots of cameras hanging from the ceiling along with other devices of unknown use and that he was wearing an oxygen mask on his face. His excitement started to recede. A sense of worry was crawling up his spine followed by pulsating uneasiness that was harder to ignore with every passing second. He looked down and saw a chaotic web of cables, cords and tubes connected from all sides to the device that was holding him.


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Invasion: Diner

It was approaching ten in the evening, but the small diner was full of activity. Surrounded by trees, nestled at the foot of the hill, it would take a keen eye to spot it from the highway as the tarred road ascended the hill. The location could have been better, but during the day the diner drew in enough customers to keep afloat, daylight helping to make the signs leading to it more noticeable.

As it was holiday season, the number of customers was usually quite low as people left for the coast and the national parks. It was rare for evenings to be a busy time, which is why the manager had left the diner with only one cook and one waitress. Serving 12 customers with such a skeleton staff was a difficult task, but they were up to the task.

Tami Patel was a university student, her mother having insisted that she get a part-time job in order to get experience. Tami’s submissive personality did not allow her to argue, but the job itself was not that bad. Unfortunately that same personality had also not let her argue with the manager, resulting in a hectic night as she worked to serve all of the customers. She moved gracefully around the diner, her Indian heritage clear in her dusky skin, cheerful brown eyes and shoulder length black hair. A sweet smile was on her face as she delivered orders, her baggy black and red uniform hiding any possible curves.

Next to the door sat the Bartlett family. All four were tired and hungry, having spent the better part of the day in the hospital. Josh Bartlett had had what he had thought to be a heart attack, but tests had ruled that out as a possible cause for his crushing chest pain. The doctors thought he had had a panic attack and he had been discharged, having been told come back in a few days for additional tests.

All of the Bartletts had short cropped brown hair, except for 6 year old Vicky, whose long brown hair was tied into a ponytail. Vicky and Anna both wore dresses, the girl’s a pale blue and her mother’s a white one with a print of pink and blue flowers. Anna’s green eyes were shared by Adam, her 8 year old son. He was dressed in blue shorts and a green T-shirt, contrasting with the formal blue trousers and collared white shirt of his father, who shared his blue eyes with his daughter.

Further along sat Claire St. James and her boyfriend Edward Stresny. The teenagers had dropped in for a bite, hungry after the concert that they had attended. Edward was dressed in ‘camouflage’ pants and a grey T-shirt, his orange dyed hair shaped into a Mohawk with spikes. His brown eyes were focused on the sliver of cleavage revealed by his girlfriend’s loose blue T-shirt. Her ass was clad in tight denim, her pale grey eyes excited by the effect her shirt was having on him, her long straw blond hair tied into a ponytail, two small nose studs glinting in the diner’s interior lights.

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Contrary to what I thought, I just finished another story and I thought I could share it here until I have my site up and running (its not that easy to find a good host for something like this, especially as I want to start adding the photos I use as reference...). As always, if you read it, please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

tags: M/f, MMM+/f, non-cons, teen, first, rape, anal, throating, prostitution, bagging, snuff

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I nervously checked the time one more time, but the time was still the same. One more minute, and the day was over. On the front of the classroom, Ms. Campbell was trying to explain how to solve for X in the equation she had copied in the blackboard, but I wasn't really paying attention

When the bell finally rang, all the students jumped out of their seats, wanting to be the first out.

“Remember that you have to finish the exercises in pages 33 and 34 by Monday, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to start preparing for the exam on Friday!” she said, raising her voice above the noise, but no one was paying her any attention

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"We fucking killed that brat and we're proud of it!" Bellowed the scarred, tight muscled and thoroughly evil beauty to the citizenry below. Her fate, along with the fates of several female bandits under her employ, had been decided.

The axe.

It's a shame, thought much of the crowd watching the prisoners on stage, that such a lovely lady had to be such a wicked bitch. Her erotic and trained body was a marvel, though she wore only a prisoner's rags to display it. Her sculpted abs only served to make her soft chest more exciting, and her hips flared just enough to tell anyone at a glance that she was ripe for the breeding.

And yet, a rotten fruit cannot be tasted. The bandit captain was bent forward to her hands and knees, kept in place by chains. Her head rested securely on a stump with many notches. Men and boys at the stage's back cursed the rags wrapping her waist and hanging behind, as they hid the most forbidden areas of her perfect bottom from sight.

"As is custom—" Began an executioner's voice, hushing the procession. "—The victim's closest of relation may decide the fate of the aggressor. Step forward, Johan, brother of Jacob, the slain."

A boy took the stage, no more than thirteen years old. The vengeful brother of the 'brat' this criminal had so casually killed.

"Gimme the axe boy. Tell the man." Smiled the bandit lady with intimidating venom. "Or do you not have the guts? Gonna set me free?"

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A story for Kamilla//aryion.com/g4/user/Kamilla with herself and Stella. Unfortunately the last special for this year!


Stella’s gift for Kamilla

I no longer try to make friends with Humans. It is always way to sad, to see them age… But I was so lonely in the last 80 years. Then I met Kamilla. While I have closed the way to another dimension, she fallen through accidentally. Unfortunately, I couldn’t send her home. Naturally, I could leave her alone, in this world completely alien to her. I wanted to help her to get around in my world. That was the plan ... But she fascinated me! She comes from a town called Paris. Her pink hair, were considered rather strange in her World, But I find it very beautiful. She is creative and open-hearted. She may be somewhat naive, but she is curious and very friendly. She manages to make me laugh. Before I knew, I could no longer separate myself from her. We didn’t just get closer to each other as friends. She also showed me some new things that I haven’t felt for a long time. In the end, I fell in love with her, although I would have to know better…

It is now almost 9 months since Kamilla stranded in my world. It’s a hard winter... In the cold season, I normally don’t like to travel. But I have a surprise for Kamilla! In their world, today they would celebrate a festival called Christmas. I haven’t understood everything, but apparently, you give your special ones, very special gifts. She thinks I don’t know. Well, her thoughts are easy to read! It seems that the idea of being in a cannibalistic situation aroused her. A strange fetish, but I can do it without problems! I never would hurt Kamilla, but I can offer her something that will fulfill her imagination.
"What we want in this cave? She asks me curious but also exhausted. Even with my magic, I couldn’t shorten the trip. We had walked for several hours… I hope it will work the way I planned it! Relieved I see that they still live here. The whole cave fills with small furry balls. The Cho Cho! These cute creatures I have visited many times on my journeys. Cho Cho’s have a ball-shaped body. They have short arms and legs but they are stronger as they look. They wear Red-brown, white or black fur, in all sorts of sweet patterns. They look at Kamilla with their button eyes. Cho Cho’s are friendly and harmless creatures, but they have a strange habit, which I would like to use for my present.
"Chi cha hie chae hae chi?" Ask the oldest.
"With pleasure, for that we are here!" I answer and fill her eyes with shining.
"Oh, they're cute." Kamilla is enthusiastically. I knew she'd like them!
“Cer Cer!?” the oldest ask? The Younger Cho Cho’s looks very hungry.

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