I've seen a lot of good Harry Potter cannibalism stories and I would like to see a lot of them posted hear because I can't find some such as feast of lestrange or Emma Watson's new scene if you have any please post them

Marinette on the Menu
Tags: Miraculous Ladybug, Reluctant consent, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Girlmeat menu, persuasion, cooking, cannibalism, snuff.
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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Author's note: So, I wanted to write a story more about a girl deciding to become meat instead of the actual process of being cooked. If you Don't Know Miraculous Ladybug, it's a very fun series, but all you really need to know for this story is that there was an incident in a competition prior to this story where Marinette taunted a girl in her class and pissed her off enough to sabotage her great uncle's "Celestial Soup" and ruin him in a competition. The great uncle went sort of mad and tried to turn the classmate into "Brat Soup" (yes there's a semi-cannibalistic moment in the series, go watch it yourself if you wanna see it). Shortly thereafter Marinette fixed the madness, and got the judges to reconsider her great uncle's unsabotaged soup, and the great uncle renamed the soup from Celestial Soup to Marinette Soup in her honor. That's all you need to know. It's all in the episode "Kung Food"

Okay, so this story got stuck in my head. Some of you may have seen another version called "Marinette Soup" which ended basically at this point and only dealt with Marinette's uncle wanting to make a real batch of Marinette Soup and which ends basically as soon as Marinette agrees. This isn't that version. This story is going to run from the start set out here all the way to the end of the meal, and Marinette's getting turned into a whole dinner full of dishes. I hope you enjoy it.
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Story Start

“Marinette you remember how your great uncle Wang Chen renamed his Celestial Soup 'Marinette Soup' after that whole incident at the hotel?” Marinette's mother, Sabine Cheng, asked.

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Consensual, Beheading, Piss Play, BDSM

Hello again Gurochan! I'm pretty sure this story died along with a previous version of this site, but my partner is back at it and has a half finished draft of PART III that I just read. I'll get that posted when it's ready, but here's the original PART I for those who enjoyed the story before.

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Part 1

The doorbell rang and a dark haired man in a pale green smoking jacket rose to answer it. He opened the door, and standing there was a woman with black hair and as Asian look about her face.

"Hello, my name-" She began to say, but the man raised his hand and silenced her.

"My name" he put heavy emphasis on the word My, "is Garrett, and you, would look good in yellow I think."

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Not necessarily authorized sequel to "Sweetie Belle's Gift" and "Apple Bloom Lends a Hand, and Other Limbs" (since I haven't heard from their authors). Tags: Female/Female; snuff; dissection; cannibalism; non-consensual.

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Twilight hummed contentedly to herself as she moved around the laboratory of her castle, setting up the equipment she'd need. After all, this was a very special day. Once everything was in place, she started into the room next door, which she had recently and officially dubbed "The Brain Room". For it was here that the still living brains of Equestrians who had, for whatever reason, allowed their bodies to be taken apart after a special spell was cast, allowing their brains to survive regardless of the condition of their bodies.

The top shelf held two very special brains: those of Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, the younger sisters of Twilight's friends Rarity and Applejack, who had both consented to letting their older sisters cut them up and use their parts for other purposes. Sweetie Belle had become the basis for Rarity's new line of leather goods, while Apple Bloom's family had used her parts for a variety of purposes, including turning her bones into farm tools. Next to them sat an empty jar labeled with the name "Scootaloo", reserved for the last living member of the original Cutie Mark Crusaders, whom Twilight expected would be joining her friends any day now. And on the same shelf, but some distance away, sat two empty jars reserved for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, two bullying fillies from Ponyville whose parents had quietly confessed to Twilight that they planned to sell them to Rarity for parts if they didn't shape up soon, and that she was more than welcome to their brains once they were harvested.

That led to another shelf, which had yet to be occupied, but that would change in just a few hours. Soon after Sweetie Belle's brain had come to stay with her, Twilight had approached her fellow princesses with a proposal. Crime was rare in Equestria, and crimes worthy of the death penalty even rarer, to the point where even when it happened, the ones who committed them were merely thrown in prison.

But months ago, a criminal had surfaced who was simply too dangerous to be imprisoned by normal means. Starlight Glimmer, an extremely talented unicorn, had been found running a village occupied entirely by ponies with the same Cutie Mark. Twilight and her friends had discovered that Starlight was in fact using a spell to strip the residents of their original marks and replace them with a new one that suppressed all individual talents and personality traits. Once her actions were exposed, Starlight had evaded capture and fled to parts unknown.

After returning to Ponyville, Twilight had alerted the royal guard, informing them of Starlight and her actions, and they had eventually caught her. Because of her crimes, the two senior princesses had reluctantly agreed to Twilight's proposed plan: harvest Starlight and reduce her to a brain in a jar so she could never hurt anypony ever again like she had before. Furthermore, when Twilight had suggested that she could also harvest other ponies guilty of heinous crimes, using her castle as a sort of prison for them once they were just brains in jars, Luna and Celestia had agreed to that as well. And now, Starlight was due to be delivered to her castle within the day, while at least two more would arrive by the end of the week.


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DARLA VS THE WINGED DEVOURERS
A Beastmaster tale by Riraito
Commissioned by RedStar101





THE DAY OF BIRTH AND A GIRL’S FIRST LOVE

She was brought into the world by two loving parents: Alar, and Ked-rak. The two of them named their blonde bundle of joy Darla after Ked-Rak’s mother. They raised her lovingly as any farmers would their eldest daughter.

The midwives declared that she was healthy and free of defects, Alar couldn’t have hoped for anything more than to hold that beautiful baby girl in her arms. Ked-rak was proud of his wife, and while he had hoped for a son to help till the fields, he would love his daughter just the same.

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In the mood to write some people being led to a blissful end. Man, woman, loli, shota, I'm open to anything and any method of snuff. Fanfic or OC both welcome.

Tags: consensual, lesbian, cannibalism

"Is this heat ever going to end?" I moaned to my roommate Jade. "If it gets any hotter, meatgirls will just go outside to get roasted."

Jade rolled her eyes at me. "So stay inside. If you ask me, Molly, this is the perfect kind of day to lay around doing absolutely nothing. I might not even leave this chair 'til you drag me to our bed."

She stretched slowly, making her breasts partially escape from her tank top for a moment. She had been draped lazily over that overstuffed armchair most of the morning in tight shorts and a tank top, watching TV and scrolling on her phone.

I sighed and flopped gracelessly on the couch, face down. After a moment I lifted my face far enough to look at my phone and started checking out cute girls on Meat-Tok. A few snuff reels later, I worked my free hand into my panties and started slowly fingering myself.

When I got close to my first orgasm, I found myself looking over at Jade's tits and succulent legs, imagining she was the one in all the meatgirl videos I was watching. She caught me looking at her and stuck her tongue out at me before pulling her tits completely into the open, just to tease me more. I giggled a little, but then a video started with a girl grilling her tits that sent me over the edge.

Jade and I had always been open with each other about our meat fantasies. Like most girls, we were both comfortable with being seen as meat and often used each other's bodies when imagining eating another girl. In the two years we had been sharing this studio apartment, we had role played being meat for each other countless times.

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Disclaimer: just a horror fetish, entirely fictional, don't do anything that will harm somebody in real life.

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School Selection

[non cons]

A loud whistle caught Nina's attention. She stopped her crawl and started to tread in the water. After a few moments Nina saw what was going to happen. As the other students stopped swimming their teacher signaled to get out of the water. “All girls are required to go to a changing booth and wait there for the meat inspector” said the coach, “the boys will continue with 4 laps of the butterfly stroke”

Nervously talking the girls quickly went to the changing booths. Nina sat about halfway down the line. “Shit I hope they don't pick me” thought Nina. A soft crying from her right assured her of a better chance, only 25% was selected from each class. She heard the meat inspector getting closer every few minutes. He was only a few lockers away from her now and she heard him say, “swimsuit straps off your shoulders and stand with your face to the wall”. Nina put the straps off her shoulders, better make it easy for the inspector, she thought. Suddenly she heard another girl crying in the booth next to hers. “Nice” she thought, that was Emily, she never liked her.

“Name” said the inspector as he opened Nina's door. “Nina, ID number 230867” said Nina. “Thank you” said the inspector, I see you already put your straps down, very nice, can you turn your face to the wall” “sure sir” said Nina and she turned her back to the inspector. The inspector checked her butt, “nice and firm” she heard him say. The inspector made her turn around and started peeling her swimsuit down. Softly he took her breasts in his hands and checked them. After a confirming mumble he pulled Nina's swimsuit to her feet. After a quick look on her pussy he said: “I'm not sure can you wait for 10 minutes, keep your swimsuit off” “of course sir” said Nina. The inspector went to the next changing booth.

“Shit” thought Nina, “I might be meat within an hour or I can be free for the rest of my life”. A strange thought occurred to Nina: this was her last chance to have an orgasm. She sat down naked on the little bench and started to rub her pussy. Within a few minutes she reached the point of no return. She took a deep breath and tried to keep quiet as her orgasm took control of her body.

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I cracked it! The trick was not to worry about providing context - this is event is just something that happens! lol. Enjoy Pt 1 - Pt 2 to follow either tonight or tomorrow :-)

Pt 1

“Ready, girls?” Mr Menzies stood with the starting pistol in his hand. “When I fire the pistol, you will have five minutes to get into the woods and try to hide. When you hear the pistol again, you’ll know that the hunters are coming!” The fifteen little girls, all aged between four and seven years old and all as naked as the day they were born giggled excitedly, waiting in the mid-afternoon sun for their signal to run. The woods was actually nothing but a small copse, run too far into it and you would very quickly find yourself out the other side! But it was plenty big enough for the game and provided plenty of places to hide or to dodge anyone pursuing you. “Okay, on your marks, get set, GO!” The old man fired the starting pistol in the air and the gaggle of small girls rushed off up the slight hill to take refuge in the trees. The adults and non-participating children who had gathered to watch clapped and cheered as they ran, many shouting encouragement to their daughters or siblings.

Next, the hunters stepped up to the line. These were the older girls, aged from eight upwards with the oldest being fourteen, most of them veterans of previous hunts both as hunter and prey. Unlike the smaller girls, the hunters were dressed in cammo fatigues complete with boots, ammo-belts and hats. Several also wore sunglasses to protect against the bright sun that they knew from experience could be quite dazzling if it unexpectedly broke through the foliage in the other gloomy copse. There were ten hunters in all, volunteers like the prey, all armed with low-velocity paintball guns which might sting but not cause actual pain or do damage unless fired at point-blank range, each loaded with paint pellets of a different colour.

After the hunt, the annual celebrations would continue with much feasting, girl-meat being the bulk of the food to be enjoyed. That was the whole point of the hunt and the rules were simple. The older girls, the hunters, were sent to stalk the younger girls, the prey, in the woods and try to shoot them with their paintball guns. They would have fifteen minutes to track and shoot the naked little girls and there was no limit to how many different hunters could shoot the same prey. At no point were they “out”, they could continue running, hiding and teasing the hunters for as long as the had stamina. Once the fifteen minutes were over, the starting pistol would be fired again, a noise loud enough to be heard in even the thickest part of the copse, and the hunters must immediately stop their pursuit.

All the girls, hunters and prey, would then come back down the hill to the party area where, in front of the excited revellers, the prey would be inspected. Should any be found to be paint-free, aside from the soles of their feet as it was recognised that this would more likely come from stepping in the paint rather than being shot, they would simply return to their families and get dressed. Next, the colour of the paint on the nabbed preys’ bodies would be compared with the paint that had been issued to the hunters.

The small girls who had been hit by the hunters would then be scrubbed clean and, in front of the watching crowd, beheaded, gutted and butchered ready to be cooked at the feast. Many, in fact most years, all the meat came from these younger girls, or “piglets” as they were known, but sometimes the attendees were treated to an extra-special centre-piece. If any of the hunters should have failed to hit any piglet at all, judged by whether or not their signature paint could be found on any of the piglets’ bodies, they would have to strip naked too and be cooked alive on a spit. Every year, those gathered to watch the hunt hoped there would be at least one hunter with a poor aim or bad luck that day!

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This can be a thread for asking about stories from last GCs that has gone missing

Like Lucy's Final Adjustment

Or the one of the Totally Spies being assassinated

Pic mostly unrelated but required for thread

B-b..Because, techi!

(Part 1)

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Looking for jissouseki is relatively easier than one would expect. Like a great rodent population, you find them most populous in the alley-ways and areas around urban housing, behind restaurants and marketplaces, and warehouses and ports. You might find one in your backyard, maybe even within your own home; quietly and sometimes cleverly hiding from sight in the basement or the attic.

But the largest populations comes from the parks. Next to that are the forests or pastures in the countryside. But parks remain the number one way to run across many jissouseki.

I myself have a jissouseki as a pet, along a few to play with for my amusement, if nothing more. Many of these creatures are expendable, to an almost ridicoulous degree. The ones worthy of being pets, and thus entitled to a good life of treats, bedding, love and care, are the smart ones. It foten hard to ever find a jissou smart enough to grace you. But how to tell which ones are the dumb retarded stupid ones from the above average to high in intelligence?

Simple! You just ask them, whenever they waddle up to you by themselves or in a group asking (and in some cases, demanding) you to take them home, why you should.

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Since he could remember Kyle’s mom had told him that when he was seventeen she was going to eat his manhood on her fortieth birthday.

This never particularly bothered him, cannibalism and even just recreational murder where common, and if anything it gave him some security that he wouldn’t be snuffed before then.

It was just him and his mom growing up, she said she was pretty sure his father had been a July 4th roast she had gotten to fuck before he was snuffed.

His mom started playing with his little penis when he was about seven, kissing and sucking and softly stroking it. Of course he was far too young to get off, his small boyhood would stiffen though not really grow under his mother’s ministrations but he never came. About the same time she also taught him to pleasure her, Kyle soon becoming very adept at eating his mother out.

While he had his own room he shared his mother’s bed most nights, his mom cuddling his naked body to her own as they slept.

He was ten when he had his first orgasm. His penis had actually started getting bigger when his mom played with it, swelling to not quite three inches. His climax had come on suddenly, Kyle not even realizing what was happening before he was spilling a load of sperm over his mother’s tongue.

She had been surprised but pleased.

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"Mom?"

"Yes, Paulette?"

"Jenny and her mom seem to be suffering so much... "

"Yes, they surely are kicking and twitching. I bet they're in a lot of pain."

"Do you think we will suffer as much, when he'll kick our table?"

"Yes, Paulette, I'm sure it's going to be very painful. After all, that's what's entertaining in watching girls and women die. And if our slow and painful deaths are what our Master wants for His dinner time, that's what we will give Him. So let's prepare to fullfil our ultimate role as slaves and let's die for His erection!"

"Or at least His attention, mother... He's not even looking at Jenny and her mom and they're almost gone. Look, now they're pissing themselves."

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The Boy Who Lied Thrice

1 - The First Lie

	

"Miss Myers, Jacob is masturbating!" Alice proclaimed.

	

The slim girl was standing at her desk, her hand up and waving back and forth for attention. Her face was scrunched up in disgust as she glared at the student sitting directly to her right.

	

Said student started violently at the sound of his classmate's voice, looking up and around guiltily. His hands, which had been hidden behind his desk, jerked up and away from his crotch.

	

Miss Myers, her lesson interrupted, sighed and turned from her whiteboard to look back at Alice and Jacob.

	

"Thank you, Alice. You may sit down." she said, nodding to the girl. "Jacob, come up to my desk, please."

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Cosmetics
/g #brain #degradation #snuff

Beauty standards are changing. No longer content to look at average women, laws have been enacted to encourage that only the fittest, most attractive girls are allowed to breed, to ensure the next generations are hotter than ever. The men demand it, and they hold the real power in the world. Women aren't allowed to hold positions of power in government or business any longer, they exist only to be used for their holes, nothing but fuck meat. Men are the superior sex after all.

To this end, all the uggos and anyone less than the most spectacular specimens will die. They are being rounded up, thousands at a time, waiting for their mandated number to be called. And this week, your are on that list.

In the standards of the past you would have been considered quite attractive but no longer compared to the goddesses of the present day. No, you will be stripped of all rights and all clothing and taken in a bus to the cosmetics factory. No one on the outside knows what really goes on there, but no woman ever comes back. There are even a few of the first generation of genetically superior girls, who have hit the mandatory retirement age of 30. The heavy iron gates let the bus inside the compound, and you and the other girls are forced inside.

You stand in a line which grows shorter by the minute. A man who appears to be in his forties with graying hair looks you over. "Don't worry, you'll only feel a pinch." He says as he injects an anesthetic into your forehead and removes a small round piece of skull. He's right, you barely feel it. He then changes shifts with another man. Now on his lunch break, he bends you over and takes you from behind, pounding your pussy until you are nearly there, then he blows his load on your backside and sends you back to the line, unsatisfied.

Now it's your turn. You enter a hallway and a man directs you to a tube sticking out of the wall. You notice the blood around it and on the floor, but you hold back your fear. You came here to die. He pushes your head, forcing the tube into the hole in your forehead. You feel an odd sensation but not of pain as the hollow tube penetrates a couple of inches into your brain, and he presses a button. A powerful suction pulls your entire brain into the tube in .3 seconds with a loud squelch. Your body slumps, and he pulls you back off and puts the rest of your lifeless body onto a conveyor belt. Your brain will become a bust enhancement lotion, and the rest of you w

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