OOC: This story is partly based on the experiences of a former colleague. People from different cultures have different approaches to the topics of death and self-abandonment.

Yangtao is from Busan, Korea. The company had paid her a severance package. After seven years, still being a "manager" was considered not ambitious enough by Korean standards. Yangtao could have taken the money and opened a small shop. Or she could have used it to bridge the gap until she found another job, with uncertain outcomes in both cases. Yangtao's plan, however, was different, and she had carried it with her since she entered the workforce at the age of 14. Back then, a successful climb up the career ladder was "Plan A." A trip to Aokigahara Forest or to the Mapo Bridge in Seoul was "Plan B." The bullying at the company began three years ago, and Plan B became Plan A. The severance package, along with her savings, now enabled her to make her greatest dream a reality. She will die by suicide in Aokigahara Forest on her 21st birthday. Immediately after leaving the personnel office, she visited the travel agency she knew. It wasn't the first time they had organized a trip to the Fujikyu Highland Amusement Park. And they knew that Aokigahara Forest was only a three-hour walk away. As Yangtao handed her credit card to the employee, she knew she had lost another customer. The girl standing before her would be dead in a few days, and she had already scheduled the appointments.

Yangtao didn't need long to sort out her personal affairs. The termination of her one-room apartment was sent by email, and the rent would continue for another three months. The security deposit would allow the landlord to clear out the apartment without any financial loss. She traveled by high-speed train to the airport in Seoul, and from there to Tokyo. There she bought a tent and took the Fujikyu Railway to the final stop, Kawaguchiko Station.

The station greeted her with a sunny day, and even the view of Japan's sacred mountain was clear. She gathered her strength at a signpost for the three-hour hike ahead.

I wanted a short break from the Outdoor Cinema series, so I wrote this story.



I wanted to keep it as short as possible. I failed...



I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.





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I've started writing a couple vignettes of a story about a guy who works as middle school teacher at a 'Snuff School's (it's just a middle school but you murder girls)

Anyway, here's the first part.

At the station, I absentmindedly adjusted my timepiece, tapping impatiently against the worn leather straps. Glancing up, I readied myself for another tedious day at P.S. 103, my district's all-girls snuff school. Dismally greeting the morning with a dispassionate mantra—work, kill girls, repeat.

To fill the time before departure, I scanned my surroundings until a fortuitous sighting: two young students in P.S. 103 attire. Hope kindled in my chest—perhaps fate had delivered a suitable companion for the wait.

I walked over to the two girls. He didn't recognize them. "Excuse me," I said, "are you two students?"

The two girls turned around. Slim, Asian, maybe 12 or 13. "Yes sir," one of them said. "I'm Kiki, this is my sister, Miki."

Brushing invisible dust from my sleeve, I leaned in casually, delivering a grim ultimatum. "Alright, here's the deal: I only require one of you for my fucktoy. The other I'll snuff out."

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"If you're looking for the cellar, it's two doors down and to the left, but I wouldn't go in there without a torch," the innkeeper said, leaning over the scarred wooden counter. "The damp gets into everything, and the rats have grown bold enough to steal a man's boots if he falls asleep."

Kaelen didn't answer immediately. He spent a long moment staring at the map sprawled across the grease-stained table, tracing the jagged lines of the valley that the locals refused to name. For three months, he had followed a trail of cold hearths and empty villages, moving through the highlands where the wind sounded like a choir of the grieving. He had slept in ditches and eaten salted fish that tasted like old leather, all while tracking a scent that didn't belong to any animal he’d ever encountered. The search had been a slow, grueling process of elimination, narrowing a thousand square miles of wilderness down to a single, oppressive peak.

The ascent had taken another week, climbing through a canopy of suffocating grey fog that clung to his cloak like wet wool. He had found the castle not by sight, but by the sudden, absolute silence of the forest. The birds stopped singing, and the wind ceased its whistling the moment he crossed the invisible threshold of the estate. The fortress sat atop the cliff like a jagged tooth, its black stone absorbing what little light the overcast sky provided. There were no guards at the gate—only a heavy, oppressive sense of being watched by a thousand unseen eyes.

He had expected traps, or perhaps a gauntlet of mindless thralls, but the interior of the castle was unsettlingly pristine. The floors were polished obsidian, and the air smelled faintly of ozone and dried lilies. Kaelen moved with a practiced, rhythmic caution, his boots barely making a sound on the stone. He had navigated the labyrinthine corridors for an hour, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his blade, until he reached the heavy oak doors of the inner sanctum.

As he pushed the doors open, he wasn't met by a monster, but by three women. They stood in a semi-circle, blocking his path with an air of casual, predatory grace. They wore nothing but sheer, transparent gowns of pale silk that clung to their curves, offering no modesty and little mystery. Their figures were lush and exaggerated, with heavy breasts that strained against the thin fabric. Through the translucent material, the dark, metallic glint of heavy piercings in their nipples was clearly visible, catching the dim torchlight as they shifted their weight. They didn't look frightened; they looked amused, as if a stray dog had somehow wandered into a royal banquet.

"You’re a long way from the valley, hunter," the woman in the center purred, her voice a low, melodic vibration that seemed to echo in the obsidian floors. She stepped forward, the silk of her gown rippling over her hips, her gaze lingering on Kaelen’s travel-worn gear with a look of genuine pity.

Kaelen didn’t feel the intimidation they were projecting. He had faced chimeric horrors in the deep woods and survived the crushing silence of the peaks; three women, no matter how distracting their proportions or the daring transparency of their attire, were merely obstacles. However, he wasn't foolish. He knew the strength of a vampire's nobility—the way they could move faster than the human eye could track. To fight them in a chaotic scramble would be to gamble with his life. He needed to break their formation, to create a moment of sheer, blinding agony that would shatter their coordination.

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"At least your stance looks good." The man chuckled, echoing the same words Taki had so boldly pronounced at the start of their battle. The defeated kunoichi could only grit her teeth in silence, unable to form a rebuttal amidst the overwhelming pain that consumed her trembling form.

The sharp poke on her rear barely registered compared to her missing limbs, the shame of it somehow weighing more than her mutilated state.

The formerly arrogant kunoichi's conqueror casually planted his sword upon her upturned ass, mockingly laying claim to the limbless bitch. Her stocking clad cheek dimpled beneath the pressure, her firm and round buttocks tightening.

The slut had lost the hands she dared to raise against him, lost the arrogant little feet that dared to tread upon the battlefield.

That defiance broke when he showed his true intentions.

R-R-RRRRRRRIIIP! Her outfit tore away the thin barrier that so shamelessly outlined her hairless pussy, her folds twitching as they were completely exposed.

The man paid no heed to the slut's sudden change in demeanor, ignoring the frantic begging and pleading as he stripped away the rest of the flimsy red fabric.

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Something happened to the last one, so here's a new one. For any self-contained stories of yours that are no more than a hundred words. I won't tell you if that includes the title.

I personally find that this extreme constraint really helps in getting writing done. It forces you to be efficient, and it's easier to remain aware of the whole story and tell yourself that it is finished. And sometimes there are ideas that just don't seem like there's enough to them for a much longer story than that.

Many word processors have word counters.

I've realized that I should really have a single thread for all my miscellaneous little bites of meatgirl. I'm sure I'll still have longer stories/chains now and then on their own thread, but a lot of my stories will probably get posted here now.

Tags will vary, but most will have consensual, cannibalism, snuff, lesbian with quite a bit of incest

My daddy has been writing me snuff stories with various scenarios to help satisfy my particular desires. He always deletes them after he lets me read them a few times. I managed to convince him to let me share this one, and hopefully he'll let me share more in the future. I hope you like it!

Tags: M/F, M/f, Snuff, Execution, virgin, deflowering, anal, semi-con, non-con

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"Uncle Tommy!" Lucinda squeals as she hugs me and gives me a quick but firm kiss. "How ya been, killa?" she asks playfully in her thick Brooklyn accent. I roll my eyes at the choice of address, especially because she has asked me to attend this meeting. Lucinda or Luci, as she's commonly known, is Antonio Brava's granddaughter. Yes, the head of the Brava crime family. It's unusual for a woman in my profession to be a handler, but she's always had a strange fascination with this type of work.

"Hi, Luci. What brings me the pleasure of your company today?" I ask in a flat voice.

"Mickey White," she answers directly.

"Mickey? I thought he was a made man," I ask with a raised eyebrow.

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So here is my entry for Edward Hyde’s contest

I wanted expand on the base story and it ended up like that. I first planned to write another story along this one, but seeing how it ended up, I will not be writing it right away ^^”

I tried to imitate Edward Hyde’s style along with adding my own, I hope this could pass as a “Sidneyverse” original story.

Enjoy!


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Preparations


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(Borrowing one of Mac's works for illustrative purposes! Hope you don't mind!)

On 15th August 2026, four years after Sidney Roebuck got her wish and two years after the opening of the first Sidney's in the US, the first branch of Sidney's Family Restaurant in the UK will open in the city of Birmingham!

Four years ago I ran a fan-art competition with Sidney herself as the subject so I'd like to do something similar again!

This time I am inviting creators to post an image, short story, comic or anything else they can come up with relating to the Sidney's UK opening night. It can feature guests, the meat, the entertainment, the Sidney's lookalike hired to welcome guests, really anything at all as long as it's "on topic". For a reminder, here is a news report about the occasion, which also happens to be the first Sidneyverse story I ever published!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28151601?view_adult=true

The competition will close at the end of August 14th with the winner announced on 15th, what would have been Sidney's "Sweet Sixteen".

The winner will get a custom story by me starring them or their OC either as diner or meal, catered by "Fantasy Feasts" and based around the public domain story of their choice!

Can't wait to see what you all come up with! :D

This is an excerpt from a much longer story titled "Most Secret Society".





A FRIENDLY COMPETITION



Things were going as badly as Lindy had feared. A new barn had gone up in just a few weeks, and Derrick Crane had stocked it with horde of pretty little girls, which the equestricunts learned had been abducted from a weekend wilderness camp. They had been taken in the middle of the night, their guides and chaperones fast asleep thanks to a sedative in their bedtime hot chocolate.



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Looking for old story about a woman being butchered for her sister's wedding. Butchering is live streamed and ends with her head mounted in the butcher shop.

Tags: loli, consensual, snuff, skinning, cannibalism, incest

Ashlyn cooed happily as the wrapping paper fell away, revealing a new set of headphones.

"Ooh, these are the ones I wanted. Thanks, Mom!" she chirped. "I promise I'll be more careful with this set."

Ashlyn, some of her family, and a half dozen of her friends from school had gathered in her house to celebrate her 15th birthday. Most of the girls and, more importantly, the one and only guy she had invited had shown up, so it was a good crowd.

"Just try to make them last longer than the last pair," her mother replied with a sigh.

"I will. I won't let them fall into a spit roasting pit a third time," Ashlyn asserted firmly.

She set them aside and grabbed another small bundle, this one wrapped with paper covered in cartoon boobs and hearts. When she ripped open the paper, she found it contained a rolled up pink t-shirt. Spread out it showed a picture of the three current members of the Spit Girls from their latest concert tour. She let out a squeal of excitement when she saw them.

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Looking for two stories I read not long ago here. They must be still here.
1. My friend is my burcher
2. Girl calling helpnline while she is playing wirh knife. I think its calking Helpline?

Shiteater
Tags: Scat, Futa, Rape, Snuff, Asphyxiation, Hyper, Loli, Shota.

Based on one of Nicknamehere's images. Credits to him for the inspiration (find the image itself if you want a visual aid)

Lucy had eaten a very large breakfast that morning, maybe a little too large. Her bowels ached and she had no idea where the nearest toilet was. She rubbed her stomach with one of her gloved hands in discomfort while her dick hung a little lower than usual, keeping her buttcheeks tight so she didn't end up spraying everywhere as, just like her cumshots, her shits were huge. She was starting to give in and would have resorted to shitting right there and then on the pavement (which would have stained her lovely thigh high boots) when she spied a small, 8 year old boy running down the street towards her. He was extremely out of breath and even stranger it was midday, he should have been in school. Lucy noticed the abscence of a backpack and realized that he must have left his stuff at home, and was running full pelt to get it. What a fatal, fatal mistake

Lucy grinned maliciously as the boy got closer and closer, knowing exactly what her next move would be. The boy himself was a kid called Andrew, a kindhearted forgetful 8 year old boy who lived with his single mother and older brother. He was having a terrible day, having forgotten his books, been chewed out by the teacher and being told to go get them during recess. Luckily he lived near to the school and had been sprinting non-stop so he could make it back by second period. In fact he was almost there, he only lived at the end of the street. He had almost made it. All of a sudden he was very suddenly stopped by a swift, booted kick to the groin. His eyes went wide and the little air left in his lungs escaped, as he felt a shock of pain in his crotch, and the squishy feeling of one of his balls rupturing.

Unbeknownst to Andrew, Lucy had stood behind a postbox, out of his view. She was amazed that he hadn't a: seen her from the end of the street, or b: reacted when she jumped out to kick his pathetic nutsack. Didn't hyper dicked futanari girls, who only wore latex gloves and boots, warrant some kind of reaction? 'Man you deserve to be a toilet' she chided playfully at the young boy, who had collapsed onto the floor, clutching his crotch. There was no response other than gasps of pain. The brat was so out of breath he couldn't even scream in pain properly. Lucy threw up her hands in exasparation and slowly circled the boy ending up behind him. She leaned over towards him, her schlong whacking him in the side. This finally made Andrew look up from the pavement and looking to his right, he saw the behemoth that was Lucy's cock. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped in horror, the situation advancing so quickly he had no idea what to think, or if this was even real. Lucy giggled from behind him, finding great satisfaction in his confusion. She always loved watching the innocent being unable to comprehend what was happening, but, with a gurgle of her stomach, she decided that it was time to get started.

Lucy spun on her heel and clasped her plump bottom with both of her hands, and with a bit of effort, pulled her butthole as wide as possible. And without any warning or hesitation, planted herself right on his head. She groaned in pleasure as the rim of her butthole slid all the way down past the kid's eyes, effectively blinding him. Now Andrew's entire world was shit and flesh, and he didn't like it one bit. With renewed breath he started to scream at the top of his lungs, his arms shooting up and starting to grasp at lucy's buttcheeks, desperately attempting to unseat her from his head. Lucy snickered at his futile attempts and efficiently removed his hands from her ass, holding them by the wrists at arms length. She then started slowly working her ass over the rest of the brat's head.'Fuck yeah' she grunted as his nose flattened against her slick walls, the boy's screams turning her on immensely. His hands were still going crazy despite Lucy's grip on his wrists, however she knew that blood flowed to the hand from an artery in the wrist, and quickly jabbed her thumbs into said artery, hoping that the lack of blood flow would make the brat's hands numb. She also continued to progress over the boys face, reaching and engulfing his upper lip, and she found the sensation of his features against her ass walls to be extremely pleasant. It wasn't the same as using her hyper cock to literally fuck peoples brains out but it was still pretty good. 'HEWLP!' Andrew cried out in panic, his speech slurred by the ass meat engulfing his upper lip. His brother was at home right? he must have heard his screams since the house was so close. Andrew just had too bide time before help came, in a last ditch effort to survive he took in a deep breathe before his head was consumed by Lucy's asshole.


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