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    After many wars, humankind dispersed into the stars, some more peacefully than others. A few of their groups survived, some more comfortably than others. Eventually, many unlocked the deepest secrets of the universe...

    Time-travel led to incomprehensible wars and invincible utopias. Entire lineages were prevented to undo mild inconveniences. Paradoxes that brought both morality and reality into question became routine. Genocides killed endless masses to assure tyrants that their own displeasure simply never occurred.

    Entire dimensions could be created, first a simple, random universe like their own; Most initially spawned with just thermal, electric, or kinetic energy and simple elements. Eventually complex self-aware multiverses that were crystaline and mechanical could be conjured in nanoseconds. Interdimensional sub-space God-Machines were like pennies to a True God.

    Once these Universe-Machines were capable of creating atom-by-atom replicas of themselves, Identical-Parent-Machines, they could essentially create endless numbers of realms expanding infinitely in every direction. Hells filled with Ice or Fire, Heavens brimming with Life, and Voids of Nothingness- no more than a child's plaything!

    As these humans- and alienes they encountered- became immortal gods, able to create new forces, shoot infinitely hot flames, teleport anywhere, and be threatened by nothing except their own kind, they had only their desires and a new plane of science and philosophy to contend with, if they so chose.

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    One lovely design was randomly directed labyrinths. Every member of this godlike super-species could make as many as they wanted, but one stood out as a particular sadist who filled his with victims. Knowing full well the hatred nobler entities had for him, he needed immense protection, so he sought out servants and allies, grooming beast machines to guard his lairs. He went back in time and was the Devil's impostor.
    It was too easy, you see, to simply create trillions of inhabitants to suffer. There were infinite numbers of them (many that his associates created) but he rather catch souls that were destined for better fates... which is to say any fate.

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    GrossGod* Universe
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    No.8035 [Report] AS
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    Background Infos Stesspela:

    Breed: Sar.
    Sex: female
    Age (This story): ??? between 100 to 10000 Years I guess.
    Height: 1.34 meters
    Eyes: Emerald green
    Hair: snow white.
    Blood type: 0+
    Meat: always tender. (even if she is stressed)
    Breast: B
    Special features: missing left eye. Last survivor of her folk and heiress of divine magic. She can transform atoms and manipulate natural laws. She is a Vegetarian and pacifist. She has panic fear of darkness! She Don’t age.


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    My ribs ... everything seems perfect. For a final time, I read their minds. They will probably put my head above the fireplace ......
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    In the Pokedex are already very important info. But they have forgotten a very important detail so far! This will probably have the most tags of all my storys^ ^

    Tags: (bug vore, cannibalism, corpse eater ,Dragon, Gore, Parasite, Plant vore, Pokemon, Pokemon pred, Pokemon Vore ,Pokemon/Human, roast, Sex, Snake, Snake Vore, Soft Vore, Transformation, voluntary )

    Since these are Pokedex entries is doesen't explain the details ... (Maybe I write short stories to some pokemon on request)


    Pokedex hunting tactics: “The hunt begins” (001 to 025)


    001: Bulbasaur. Type: vore/plant

    Bulbasaur normally hunt new trainer. His toxic is not strong, so it can't put a girl to sleep. Also, it's easy to escape his grab. So, it's wait for his girl trainer to get into a fight! If the victim fall over, he fast can caught her into his bulb. Once into his Bulb, there is no Escape! The cute meat is digested and help him evolving to a cute flower!

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    P R O L O G U E


    The War was not a pretty one. There is no pretty war but The War started out pretty, in that it was relatively bloodless with a few bombings and mostly protests.

    But then the government was dominated by a single theocratic faction, and committed genocide like the world had never seen before. Missiles launched from satellites destroyed millions residing in ghettos instantly, millions more were locked up.

    Former allies knew something had to be done; They equipped and trained the remnants of the previous government and whoever would join them, and even sent in their own Special Forces. Rival superpowers took their chance and armed their own proxies with massive numbers of cheap but effective weapons.

    The theocrats found they had been both outnumbered by one revolutionary faction, numbering tens of millions of hardened soldiers, and outgunned by the other.

    It was at this time that the rival superpowers marched on their circumstantial allies with legions, and a single nation's civil war turned into an even bloodier World War.


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    "We're live."

    "Hi, you're watching FUKS4NEWS!" The blonde anchorwoman cheerfully smiled at the camera then turned to the brown-haired man at her right.

    "We have quite some news today. In the previously BCMA-held region of Durlot, California, SCAF initiated a coup and ousted their former allies from most of the center. The Black Christians and Muslims Alliance pages on social media are swearing to launch a counter attack and retake ground, while Spiritual Colored Army of Feminists are taunting them and posting videos of their victory celebration."

    The television program showed shots of comments made by blue- and red- haired black girls with scars, tattoos, and piercings retorting statements of indignation next to profile pics of pastors and other scarred girls with dyed hair and tats but wearing crosses. Then low-quality videos of people encircling a fire and swaying back and forth.

    "For more, Alice Von Braiche." The televisions in bars and homes across the nation showed a younger blue-eyed woman with straight black hair step forward to the camera, National Guardsmen of various races standing behind her, a couple with grenade launchers.

    "H-" An explosion interrupted her. Smoke filled the room. Gunfire erupted. Smoke cleared, the camera had been knocked down, showing her lying flat and looking about like a scared cat.

    A rod jutted out from shadows and yanked her into an unseen room. Coarse voices muttered to each other as one spoke clearly "see what happens on our-"

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    "We're live."

    "Hi, you're watching FUKS4NEWS!" The blonde anchorwoman cheerfully smiled at the camera then turned to the brown-haired man at her right.

    "We have quite some news today. In the previously BCMA-held region of Durlot, California, SCAF initiated a coup and ousted their former allies from most of the center. The Black Christians and Muslims Alliance pages on social media are swearing to launch a counter attack and retake ground, while Spiritual Colored Army of Feminists are taunting them and posting videos of their victory celebration."

    The television program showed shots of comments made by blue- and red- haired black girls with scars, tattoos, and piercings retorting statements of indignation next to profile pics of pastors and other scarred girls with dyed hair and tats but wearing crosses. Then low-quality videos of people encircling a fire and swaying back and forth.

    "For more, Alice Von Braiche." The televisions in bars and homes across the nation showed a younger blue-eyed woman with straight black hair step forward to the camera, National Guardsmen of various races standing behind her, a couple with grenade launchers.

    "H-" An explosion interrupted her. Smoke filled the room. Gunfire erupted. Smoke cleared, the camera had been knocked down, showing her lying flat and looking about like a scared cat.

    A rod jutted out from shadows and yanked her into an unseen room. Coarse voices muttered to each other as one spoke clearly "see what happens on our-"

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    The camera was held back and pointed out a window. At least a hundred well-armored men and women wielding AK-47's and 74's, a couple of Uzis, and one with a shotgun were standing guard in the street below and on another rooftop.

    "For General Sherro."
    "FOR GENERAL SHERRO!" The live video showed the new cameraman's arm raised forward as he shouted and the well-equipped mercenaries returning the gesture. Emili Azul Sherro's troops were always fearsome to behold. She looked for morale and skill in her troops and had the money to equip them. Signing for her was like selling your soul.

    Every recruit had to prove his or her worth- especially bravery. Sherro knew it didn't matter how many men you had if they all panicked and fled the instant they were attacked. She would take in the physically weak and strengthen them- if they could brave flames. She'd take the fat, if they could play at least a single game of Russian Roulette and then put with needles in their own limbs.

    Those who proved themselves found that pain tolerance was priority number one for training. "Life Hurts and Everyone Dies" was their motto. You had to basically worship her to join, but it was worth it... if you survived.

    The camera turned back from the street to face Alice- much further from her now. The man who caressed her was still kneeling, now joined by 3 ladies in bulletproof black masks. Not a trace of their skin showed but their very feminine figures did. They were chest heavy and curvy, with wide hips and slender waists. One had long soft blonde, straight and silky, flowing over her trenchcoat, another had jet-black hair that was just soft and silky but behind her in a pony-tail. The slenderest of them stood in the middle, just inches shorter but still tall and intimidating, and took off her mask. It was the Witch-Goddess herself. Anarchist-General Emili A. Sherro

    She was not visually unlike the reporter, at first glance. Both had black straight hair and bright eyes, though Emili's were green and her hair was shorter and slick, covering her face but not reaching her shoulders. She stepped over the shadowy man and on Alice's back.
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    "Cut her clothes off." Emili stomped Alice's spine, holding back so to not break it.
    "What no! Please!" Alice squeaked in pain, which Emili met with laughter.
    "Is that enough to scare you? Being naked and some bruises." Her expression changed to contempt. "You're pathetic!" She spat on Alice's face, just over her ear. It ran down her hair and over her eyes. "Spit on her! Spit on her back! Piss on asshole!" She stomped on her face and pressed deeply, and Alice could feel all her clothes being pulled from her and spiky grooves under the boot stomping around on her back, then splattering drops of spit her back.

    A knife was shoved under her green panties and sawed through them and the top of her pants, before her panties were yanked away and shoved in her mouth as her pants were pulled down her legs. The man holding a pitchfork in her ankle stepped on her pants, vertically posting the pronged staff in her leg, and used his other hand to undo his zipper and aim his cock. Alice's shaking knees drummed the floor as her butt wiggled temptingly in the air, reflexively and without any of her own conscious input.

    Emili sharply punched the shaded man with a wispy voice in his chest, "DON'T GET ANY ON ME!" He looked back with wide eyes of fear and nodded, kneeling to spit more accurately. She pet his thick hair as light gleamed in his reflective steel collar, she then grabbed it to yank him back just as urine from the other man splattered between Alice's buttocks and then into her asshole.

    Her arms were pressed to the ground by 2 cloaked figures, spitting and drooling on her, drinking various heavy liquors. With one foot still on Alice's face, Emili stomped on her right elbow.
    "Her arm! Raise it! Snap her elbow in half!"
    He obeyed and lifted her hand, pushing her wrist towards the general's knee.
    "GYAAAHH!" A high-pitched squeal left her circled lips as she could only feel pain in her right elbow and ankle, then the pain on her back and face returned. Her vision wass blurred but she could strongly smell smoke and everyones' body. After some moments, she regained sensations of her anus being filled and rapidly pushed around by piss, along with the crevice of her ass being splattered and reflecting a wall of urine in a semicircle that landed on her thighs and back. Her eyes faced her still-unbroken arm and she could see only nothing else except the man holding it.


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    "Pull on her legs! PULL HER FROM THE HAIR ON HER HEAD! The four men pulled with all their might, digging their feet in the ground and pushing themselves away from Alice while maintaining iron grips on her skinless legs.

    A thick trail of blood slid from her back and pooled around her, swamping her thick hair. Strands of dangling skin followed, flowing from where they were still connected like yarn taped to a suffering toy. Emili lit a cigar and ignited the spots of alcohol that was spat on her arms, burning some strands off. Pieces of her scalp tore off and and clumps of hair stuck to Emilie's boots. Her breasts dangled around, swaying back towards her face- as if her own nipples stared into her eyes- as she was dragged, then bouncing forward and smacking her bloodied ribs and belly when her scalp quit and she was yanked her from own hair. Her tits bounced forward and back several times, eliciting laughter from everyone in view of the camera plus several others, as well as many shadier viewers enjoying the footage.

    Alice thrashed about, flailing wildly. Her torso jutted up and her blood-crowned head crunched forward- only the hairline remaining of her once-lush locks. Her left arm smacked the floor several times, swinging up and slamming down, and what was left of her right arm rotated wildly as she sprang her chest side to side, swinging her boobies with them.

    "I love how your titties dance as you suffer!" Emili kicked one, causing the screaming professional to jut to the side, expanding her ribs on one side but crunching the other, which Emilie quickly took the opportunity to stomp on multiple times in just seconds. She did the same to the other side, even focusing on Alice's solar plexus and already-spanked belly.

    Alice jetted her chest from side to side, twisting and begging, blocking as best she could with her left arm, with sharply put pressure on the bone jutting from her right elbow and causing her to helpless fall back on her shoulders. Emili stomped on her breasts, kicking them and smushing her boots around Alice's nipples until their turns came. The nipples were sliced off before the rest of the breast was skinned. Most of her skin had been removed, but her vagina was left.

    "Give me her ankles!" She held them high and apart as the camera focused on the 2 ladies, then zoomed in on Alice's genitals, "Take all the skin off her! Her belly! Her back! And her neck! Yes, even her cunt!" Alice thrashed wildly, screaming or inhaling quickly when she wasn't choking on pain. Her breasts dangled above her, occasionally hitting her chin, glaring her in the eyes and pouring blood in them.

    "Cut her ovaries out! Cut her clitoris off! I want her girlhood! Give it to me! It's mine now!" Emili laughed viciously, "I WILL KEEP YOU IN JARS!" She stepped on Alice's skinless neck then stomped down several times. The high-definition video zoomed on Alice's bare pussy being skinned, the unshaven but visible vagina being sliced away after a knife was shoved in one side, then circled around. The clit was sliced away and handed to Emili, who released one ankle and pocketed Alice's clit and pubic skin.

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    No.6324 [Report] AS
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    Hi! First time poster, please be kind! Also any feed back is appreciated.
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    I was playing around with the idea of mutual assured destruction :D but i do like the suggestion of having them bleed out in front of each other. I do always appreciate feedback. I also think your right in part three having some expansion for her breaking mentally, I'm kinda learning as i go so ill give it some thought.

    I've been going back and updating the old parts so I might go add some more details and maybe ill see if i can get the thread restarted with all four parts at once, its getting to be a hassle to scroll allllllll the way down.

    But i would have to say it has to end at part four for sure, if i get bored I might write about Donavan's family but at this point if it keeps going i might a swell write a book since I'm already at 8500 words lol.

    I'm also starting a side project I'm calling "The Everyday Mundane" where ill be killing people off in short stories. It will be based on real life situations like natural disasters, accidents, murders, ECT.
    As is it will be a few days until part four, works killing me so hope to get a lot of writing time on Thur when I'm off.

    Untill thanks for the love and peace out!
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    Hey, this is really great. Looking forward to part 4 (or your new project, if you're working on that instead nowadays).
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    FUCK ME, this was a great read. TastyMonk, this was an excellent series and I'm sorry I had to reach the end!! Whether or not we see part 4, know that this was a great project in my humble eyes! You say it was your first? I'm legitimately jealous of your gift with words and the application. If I continue writing I'll keep reference of your writing style.

    I was almost gonna complain about grammar but then I considered how much work it is to quadruple-check 8000+ words for small details and I'd love to see that effort or towards creating new works.

    I hope to see you post more around the interwebs, you have a knack!!
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    Thank you for the comment New guy, definitely makes it with it. I still plan on a part 4, between an extended illness at the end of part 3 and work interference i unfortunately had to put it on the back burner for a while but never fear Honor Among Thieves will have some closure I promise!
    PS, be gone back and updated 1-3 for grammar and added more details.
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    I hope you get a chance to finish with part 4...this is honestly one of the top 5 hottest stories I've read on this site.
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    Hello everyone!

    It's been a while since I posted something but here's part 1 of my latest story.

    It's based in an alternate timeline of Avatar the last airbender (spoilers). Aang failed to seal Firelord Osai's powers and got destroyed in the attempt and Azula did not go crazy, letting her defend the fire nation capital with no problem. This is set a couple of years in the future. Osai is the Sun emperor and Azula is the Firelord.

    Enjoy!


    Mai looked around the arena with a bored expression pasted on her face, only half listening to Azula’s speech. Ever since the dominating woman had been crowned Firelord by her father, the Sun emperor, things had become exiting quite fast. For some reason, Azula had decided to pardon her for attacking her on the top of Boiling Rock prison but the noble girl had no illusion that her position was secure.


    The people cheered and chanted the Firelord’s name but it was easy to see the fear in their eyes. The loud noises woke up Bosco the bear, Azula’s new pet and roving menace. The huge beast lopped to a noble woman and sniffed her face. The woman tried to put on a brave face and laugh it out but was obviously a minute away from peeing herself.

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    Hello everyone! Here's the last chapter of this story. Hope you enjoyed the ride!


    Mai looked around as she was dragged through the castle’s corridors by Azula who still had not let go of her hand. The noble girl had walked these halls a number of times in the past but everything felt a little alien to her. The staff had always looked scared when she and her two friends passed but now they positively looked terrified as they bowed as low as possible.

    The formerly bored girl glanced back at the woman following them. Azula’s new pussy licker was touching the remains on her once impressive bust as she kept pace. The city girl had a hazy expression, like she was in a dream.

    Much too soon, the group arrived at the Firelord’s chambers. Azula entered her parent’s former bedroom with a flourish, her confident stride letting anyone know that these were now hers.

    The royal girl snapped her fingers and two attendants seemed to materialize from the room’s corner and rushed to undress her. “Jin, my dear. Undress her,” she purred, gesturing towards her former friend.

    Mai passively let the girl remove her robes, except for a few time where she had to point out how to locate a hard to find tie. From the way Azula was looking at her, it seemed that sex was on the menu. While she appreciated her former friend’s beauty, she had no sexual interest in her. ‘Well if she wants to fuck me, maybe that means that she doesn’t want to snuff me,’ she thought with some hope.


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    This was excellent! It's going on my shortlist of best stories. :D
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    Thanks! Glad somebody enjoyed it.
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    A wonderful story! Though for variety, I'd love to see one with Azula on the receiving end...
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    Happy you had fun with it! Azula is such a top that it's hard to imagine her as the victim. If you want to give it a go, I'd read it.
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    Calves, Father and Son Ranchers

    By: Loki 925 (Mm/gf+, cannibal)

    This story is totally fictitious and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that may be. Be warned this story contains cannibalism.

    Lee was a healthy nine year old two-legged calf. She was the daughter of a convert. Having extremely little mental stimulation her education level was less than a

    kindergartner and her IQ was even less. She couldn't even spell her name. She knew nothing of the world beyond the ranch she lived on. All she knew and had been

    taught, she was a calf.

    Being nine years old she now had a huge disconnect with her mother who was always pregnant with a calf. The only thing she wanted was to be like her mother, a

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    This was rushed and the formatted kind of hard to ready but still an enjoyable story. I like the cannibalistic dystopias and the idea of the poorly educated cow were great.
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    If people want the rest of the story or others: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/ImLoki/
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