Here is a story I am working on as it is not yet finished. If you want to RP send me a discord at Zeddicus#8672.

Episode One: One Dumb Bunny

The Demon Foxy Sylvie taking her time and learning all about mortals once she was summoned into this fantasy world with magitech and all of that fun stuff. Including even a modern concept of the internet and streaming, as naturally the demon takes advantage of this to set up her own business! Killing her summoner that wanted to turn her into his waifu, as she doesn’t feel like monogamy and being a boring breeder and housewife was for her. Making sure though to get all of his stuff and house beforehand, since why not, as she gets herself a comfy living arrangement as now she needs a job!

Studying the mortals and how there is a wild variety of species with there being a distinct class difference between predators and prey. While snuffing and eating sentient prey was quite illegal there was a lovely loophole in the law about volunteering to be snuffed. Sylvie also coming up with a lovely plan to get around the eating sentient prey being illegal as she spends her remaining money setting up a snuff dungeon complete with a recording studio and all the toys she needs. Using her demonic heritage to its fullest to scout the local neighborhood for fresh targets and also to club at the local clubs, making sure to hide her demonic heritage and shapechange into various species so no way anyone can recognize her.

Eventually Sylvie focuses on a tasty bunny that lives nearby, being just shy over 18 and showing off an ample bosom and her snow white fur. Sylvie doing her best to hold in her desires as she chats and becomes girlfriends with the new bunny Julia, as Sylvie lures her into her house and serves her some tea laced with drugs. Julia taking sips and getting all giggly and horny as the two chat it up, Sylvie wearing her bunnygirl body with small petite boobs and light brown fur. Getting in real close to Julia as Sylvie purrs out, “Say Julia…. Have you ever thought about getting snuffed?”

Julia perking up from the question as she gasps and eyes go wide, bunny instincts kicking in as Sylvie holds onto her and giggles out all cute. Julia stammering out all cute like with, “Pyoonn!? Snuffing!? But that is illegal!” Stammering and pouting super hard as Sylvie just lets out more bunny giggles and wiggles in closer, getting real close to her victims face, “I know sweety but just think about the sensation of dying from some handsome or beautiful predator. Your supply bunny flesh sustains them for possibly days!” Julia whimpering as she is made to think about it, imagine some hunky foxboy lunging at her and sinking his fangs into her throat, making her gulp and shiver as the drugs work their magicks and start making her super wet and needy.

Sylvie lunges in for the kill as she holds down Julia and gives her a soft bunny kiss, Julia meeping as the more aggressive bunny lands on top of her to hold her in place. Harcore making out on the sofa now as Sylvie keeps the confused and horny bunny pinned, as slowly but surely Julia submits and moans and kisses back, holding weakly onto Sylvie as she returns the favor and dry humps the other bunny. Breaking the kiss long enough to give her a wink and a moan while asking, “Pyonn….if you are nervous about getting snuffed then I’ll join you! We can be snuffed together!” Julia meeping and getting flustered, even more so as Sylvie reaches under her skirt to paw at her soaking wet panties.

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I was hoping to find this old thread back but never found it. Here is an old copy. Looking forward to get more diapered hanging stories on this thread!
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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.


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It's early summer and you and two of your friends decide to fly to the continental US on vacation. At this point, we've been talking on Reddit for over a year and we want to meet up. We agree that a camping trip would be fun, and you agree to meet me in Washington. You and your friends pack a suitcase to be checked, including an axe, machete, a few pocket knives,and a larger bowie knife. It never hurts to be prepared when camping!

You fly into the Denver airport and me and my sister come to pick you up in our SUV. My sister just turned 22 and is a petite blonde, a couple inches shorter than me, with an athletic body and blue eyes. She's wearing a yellow sun dress with a large hat with her hair down and sunglasses. I told her to wear some black fishnet stockings, knowing it would turn you on. I sported a blue tank top, no bra, and black yoga shorts with my hair back in a ponytail. We pick you up outside and I stay in the drivers seat, you join me up front, and my sister sits between your two friends in the back.
I start driving to a remote lake campground so we can get a good view of the stars. You reach over and slide your hand up my inner thigh like my boyfriend would. I smile and give you a wink. In the back your friends pick up on the cue and pull up my sisters dress, exposing her bright blue thong. She blushes as they pull her panties aside and finger her wet cunt. She really is a slut... I see your dick getting rock hard, so I pull over and let you drive. As you watch your mates probing and groping my sister, I unzip your pants and pop your dick out. I start sucking like a vacuum as my sister pulls out your friend's cocks and strokes them both with a firm grip. You reach over my body and play with my nipples, pulling them between your fingers and making me wet. I bob my head up and down, before plunging your dick all the way down my throat, where you blow your load. My sister soon finishes off your friends and they shoot their jizz onto her tights.
We finally arrive at our destination and we break out the gear to start setting up camp. I ask you and my sister to walk down to the nearby stream to collect water. I see you rummage through your bag and pull out a couple objects while my sister grabs the water jugs. She leads the way and you follow, starring at her ass. You reach the side of the stream and she bends over a log to start collecting water in the jug. Seeing her bent over in her tights, you're helpless to resist your urges. You flip up her dress

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Shawn was mad because whatever he said his sister ignored him. He was in charge of Beth while his mom worked this weekend.
His sister didn't see it that way. She thought was old enough to take care of herself.
To a 14 year old Shawn she was a pain in his behind. As a teen age boy he wanted to look at dirty magazine he had hidden from his mom. He couldn't do that with little miss tattletale hanging around. Besides he might want to stroke himself while he looked at the naked women. It always felt so good to do that.
Shawn was on his way to the kitchen when he noticed all sisters’ toys around.
He stood in the middle of the living room and yelled, "Hey brat, come pick up your toys. If you don't they might accidently get broken."
An angry Beth yelled down from her upstairs bedroom, "You better not hurt any my stuff. If you do I tell mom you did it on purpose."
Shawn grumbled and went to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. Then it was back living room for more couch surfing.
He was watching a movie with big breasted women bouncing along a beach. Shawn had pulled himself out and was jerking off when there was a snicker behind him.
It was Beth standing there watching her brother with interest. She knew what boys were different her friend Suzie had a baby brother, but had never knew they grew so big.
Shawn blushed and tucked himself before asking, "What do you want now?"
His sister gave him an innocent smile say, "I want to go to Suzie's house and if you don't let me I'll tell mom what you were doing."
He had wondered how long before she would use that to blackmail him.
"Mom knows I do this. So no I'm not going to walk you over there," Shawn said.

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a young girl, naked, stood on a chair, her arms spread, breathing hard, gasping ribs lifting her little breasts with each aroused breath, wrists cuffed far apart to opposite pillars. the wheeled office chair squeaked and swayed under her.

a beautiful woman in lingerie circled the girl, holding a riding crop. the leather crop, held with a delicate grip, was dragged, like a tongue, over the soft curves of the girl's body. her naked thighs. upward, ever so close to the blushing, dripping flower of her labia.

the girl's clothes were folded neatly on the floor.

tight, painful rope around her waist and between her legs held a thick, vibrating dildo in place inside her vagina. 12 seconds on, 6 seconds off. the rope crushed her waist. the stabilizer muscles of her abdomen were weakened like this, and so she could not help swaying her hips as she struggled to balance on the chair.

she moved like a belly dancer.

the riding crop, light as a feather, teased at the girl's swollen clitoris.

"sarah..." the woman cooed, resting a hand on the girl's ass, caressing, cupping and lifting the pert lobe. "you know how this will end, sweetie. why do you keep coming back?"

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This story was originally inspired by learning about the voir dire (jury selection) process while following some recent high-profile cases (More like vore dire, am I right?). It's languished unfinished for years, and I was inspired to complete it by seeing PK's lovely sory Interview with the Dragon again on the DGF for the first time in many years.


Dragon Jury Duty


The inexplicable fertility boom in the mid-21st century exploded normal human demographics. Ten, then fifteen, then twenty women were born for every man; women got pregnant younger, more often, and with more children. The population absolutely skyrocketed. Malthusian terror gripped policymakers as the prospect of widespread famine got closer every year.

A generation into the catastrophe the solution presented itself when, after centuries in hiding, the massive, suave, hypnotic, scaly, and above all hungry dragons made themselves public. A few meetings with governments around the world, and the Population Laws were suddenly a fact of life. The now-miniscule but stable population of men had to give a certain amount of their time at the public impregnoriums, servicing the needs of the increasingly baby-craving female populace. Men were exempt from jury duty and most other public service; legislatures, courtrooms, and corporations filled with women.

And women, in turn, filled dragons’ bellies. The huge reptiles lounged around cities or flew over the countryside, casually devouring succulent female morsels at a speed that almost kept up with the enormous new birthrate. It was the new normal. One second, a woman was a proud, competent professional; the next, her stocking-clad legs were sticking out of a dragon’s mouth, kicking her high heels off as she was messily devoured.

Dragons snaked their heads into changing rooms to eat the squealing snacks within. Draconic tongues slid up coeds’ skirts for a sweet little taste, then coiled to pull the unfortunately scrumptious girls into waiting maws. Schools stuffed to the brim with excess female students routed their buses near known dragon haunts, where entire busloads of astonished teenage girls were bolted down en masse. Mischievous dragons ordered pizza, only to gulp down the toothsome delivery girls with the pizza as a garnish.

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Hi,
I'm searching writer who could make a little story with power girl beeing depowered, raped in dp and having her boobs devoured by zombies at the same time

How about a thread for executing minors? In spirit of the "Short Capital Punishment Stories" thread on Old Gurochan.

==Juvenile Executions==

Six girls were lined up against the wall, wearing nothing but diapers, as Andrew entered the chamber. Rebecca, his busty redheaded assistant, smiled as he placed his coffee on her desk.
“So, what do we have today?”
“Here.” Rebecca handed him a tablet. He scrolled down the webpage containing their information.
The two twins in the middle, identical to the orange-sized tits on their chests and brown ponytails, were Lori and Sheryl Coleman, both twelve. Lori was selected by lottery, while Sheryl volunteered. She probably couldn’t live without her sister.
The tiny, flat-chested, Latina with short hair was Lizandra Avalos. She stood on the right end of the group, shaking. Andrew groaned as he looked at her date-of-birth: today was her tenth birthday. Another lottery-selectee.
Next to Lizandra, an Asian teen of twelve, short bright-pink hair, Bree Chang stood biting her lips. She was caught shoplifting.
To the left of the Coleman twins was Katie Spina; an eleven-year-old with red pigtails and glasses. She flashed a boy at school.
The girl at the end was Emily Pollentine, nine. She was the daughter of a corrupt politician. Andrew felt a lump in his throat as he read “vaginal execution” on her file. Poor Emily was going to receive one of the most extreme punishments for something she had no control over.
Andrew pulled out his sidearm, a Model 629. Lizandra screamed in Spanish until he forced the gun into her mouth and blew her brain out.

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I want to start a game for writers of any skill level (even someone who's never written before). It involves completing a prompt and then updating it for the next writer. Since multiple writers might answer the same prompt this could branch into several challenges to choose from.

The idea is that we start with 3 character descriptions. Then comes a set of short writing prompts following the pattern of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

* The Fuck prompt is something sexual like "blowjob" or "doing it in public". It can be rough but it can't be something that's guro by itself.

* The Marry prompt is something fluffy or mundane like "cuddling" or "wearing a uniform".

* The Kill prompt is something guro themed but doesn't need to be fatal. For example "guillotine" or "facial disfigurement".

To complete the challenge the writer must choose which girl they want to get fucked, which gets married and which gets killed.

For each girl the writer then quotes the girl's story up to that point (her profile along with any fills). After stating the chosen prompt, like "blowjob", they write her a fill of between 25 and 250 words describing how that works out. The fill can be anything as long as it uses the prompt, so even a marry prompt can have sex and death and you can be equally creative with fuck or kill.

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Thought I would repost this here as the original subreddit I wrote it to is gone
It can be read all together or just pick a Grade read just that!

Here is some of my art this is based off of: https://www.reddit.com/r/guro/comments/vfgxgu/night_market/

Enjoy your meal~
LE4, affectionately known as Lea, is the name of a popular brand of mass produced girl. The original Lea was genetically engineered to perfection before her production began fifteen years ago. She was a tall busty girl spliced with cow genes. Giving her floppy ears and a cute cow tail. Fat sat on her body in all the right places. Her meat was well marbled and triple-D tits were made to be milked. Tight pussy, wide hips, and big round amber eyes have her looking irresistibly delicious. A unique teal colored head of hair set her apart from other brands at the time, and she presented little to no body hair below her eyebrows.

Lea was designed to be the ideal farm animal. The eggs in her ovaries contain the genetic material to make perfect clone copies when inseminated with a proprietary fluid patented by the company. Any other impregnation attempts will fail, meaning only authorized farms can breed and grow LE4 stock.

The original Lea was encased alive in epoxy and sits beautifully preserved on display at the corporate office in Cherryville. Alongside her is all their other brands of stock girls, both currently in production and retired. Overall this company provides thirty different brands of livestock, but LE4 has been the most successful.

When you purchase a 'Farm Fresh' package of girl meat from the supermarket you might get images in mind of happy naked cowgirls out in the sun in green rolling fields. There may even be a picture of a little red barn on the packaging. But the reality is almost all consumer grade meat comes from automated factory farms. LE4 brand livestock are exclusively farmed in this cruel process.

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"And now, please welcome to the stage, the second generational genius behind Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs!"

Applause erupted from the audience as the middle-aged female scientist walked up to the stage at the Central City Science Center, her sky-blue hair and small waist looking amazingly attractive for a woman of her age, the red scarf around her neck and a white croptop that exposed some of her cleavage only exaggerating her youthful appearence, her apple-bottom bouncing in her jeans as she walked to the man who had just introduced her.

She waved to the crowd as she shook the hands of the owner of the center, the older fat man palms starting to get sweaty in nervousness at meeting the beautiful leading scientist of the world.

The entire auditorium clapped and cheered for the woman, all except for one man; Dr. Miso, a renowned chemical biologist in his own right, who was sitting there, seething silently in rage and jealousy with his arms crossed. This is the 10th year in a row that Bulma had won the Scientist of the Year award, and his anger was boiling at constantly looking to that arrogant, uppity cunt of a female.

Miso had always hated women; as a biologist, he had to. He hated how weak they were, how disgusting and abnormal their physiology was, how their only real worth to the world was making babies and from that alone they were worshipped. But not Bulma; she was worshipped for her intelligence, her contributions to the scientific community, contributions that in reality her father, a genius man, was mostly responsible for. At least to Miso, that was the case.

The renowned female scientist in general was a fraud to him. She had stolen every idea she had ever come up with, and psychologically whipped the men in her life to think she was an actual threat. He'd heard of her husband and how he used to be a proud warrior prince; looking at him now, in the front row tightening the collar of his suit with the rest of her family, you'd be hard-pressed to guess he was ever a conquerer at all.

Bulma began speaking. "I'd like to thank you all for choosing me as the Scientist of the Year for a full decade!"

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    The constabulary which hired “Edda's Expert Adventuring A-Team” could, if nothing else, take solace in the fact that they had only paid half of their fees up front, and that the other half of the reward money was withheld, and contingent on the success of EEAA.  EEAA had not, in fact, succeeded, and all money paid to them prior to success was now locked away in the very dungeon they had been tasked with clearing, dumped haphazardly in a heap beside their fresh corpses.


There were four corpses in all, all women and in various states of undress and disfigurement as the victorious goblins ransacked their former belongings for anything of perceived value and squabbled over which body would be served to Gott.  Gott wasn’t a particularly picky eater, but his temper was quick even by the standards of ogres, and his rage was likewise severe.  None dared present him with even a perceived sleight.


“The large one!  Gott will want the biggest to sate his big hunger!”  One goblin declared, hoisting the meaty and handless arm of the former party’s former fighter.


“No, stupid!  Gott will want the pretty one!  He likes pretty things!”  A second goblin argued, lifting the limply flopping head of the broken necked witch.


“No, Gott-” a third Goblin started, grabbing the haft of the arrow jutting from the lithe half-orc rogue’s like a lever and using it to wiggle her head.  He stopped, starred, then squeaked “Gott!” when he saw that Gott had arrived, the lumbering and barely sentient beast having somehow snuck up on them.  The goblins all snapped to attention, dropping whatever loot or body parts they had been holding.

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250 words? tl;dr
100 words? tl;dr

How about guro haiku? Three lines. 5 syllables, then 7, then 5. Strictly enforced by nobody.


I'll go first, on my personal favorite subject.


Now I am pregnant
Knife enters my big belly
I am not pregnant

Sarah awoke to an uncomfortable nudge. “Argh, quit kicking!”

“I’m not!” Stephen, her younger brother, replied groggily.

“Yeah-huh! I felt it on my stomach!”

“They took apart all our leg joints, how could I have kicked you?”

“Well SOME part of you moved!”

Stephen snapped, “You’ve been wiggling around this whole time, and I never complained!”

“Nuh-uh! I’ve been staying totally still!”

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