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    Huntress

    A story about a world in which women are the hunters, and men are the hunted.

    Ff/m, non-con, shooting(archery), gore, butchering, orgasm denial, cannibalism, penectomy, castration

    Seresa slowly drew the arrow nocked to her bowstring back, sighting down the shaft at the group of frolicking and playing wildboys before her. It was moments like this, at the culmination of hours worth of tracking and stalking and creeping, her prey only a scant few yards away and blissfully unaware of the danger it was in, that she really loved being a hunter.

    The group of wildboys was an older one, on average, which was no surprise to Saresa. Wildboys generally formed themselves into small groups typically five to ten boys strong and of a roughly equal age. Younger groups of wildboys were usually fairly wary and harder to track and catch, but older wildboys, especially when in large enough numbers, often grew overconfident in themselves. They left large, easily followed spoor and tracks, made far more noise, and swaggered around as if they had nothing to fear from their forest home. All of which made it much, much easier for hunters like herself to find them and then show them just how wrong they were.

    The wildboys she'd found today were an excellent example of this fact. They were bathing in a pool in a medium sized creek, shrieking and shouting as they cavorted around and played and wrestled in the water. They were making so much noise that they'd never had a chance of noticing Saresa as she'd slowly crept closer and closer toward them though the underbrush.

    She watched with her bow drawn as the largest boy, who was no doubt the leader of the little pack, climbed a large rock and then threw himself off it into the water below. Saresa released her arrow just as he hit the surface of the pool, the noise of his large splash nicely drowning out the twang of her bow.

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    >>17969

    I also post my stories at Eka's portal, Dolcettgirls, HentaiFoundry, and The Eunuch Archive, if you didn't know. They have nice lists of my stuff to look through, in case you missed anything I've previously posted.

    My Gallery at Eka's:

    https://aryion.com/g4/gallery/htabdoolb

    My index of stories at Dolcettgirls:

    http://forum.dolcettgirls.com/index.php?topic=42274.0

    My HentaiFoundry page:

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    I only visit this place for your stories. I love that she has her way with him first and takes what she wants before eventually eating him. Would love to see more sex before devouring the male
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    These are some great stories! But none of the premises seem to match the ones you mentioned were nearing completion in Zoo Keepers 2? I'm still really looking forward to eventually reading "Hot Snack for a Hot Day!"
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    >>18126

    I know, sorry. Unfortunately, I don't have a writing muse so much as a writing whimsy, which makes it hard to complete stories sometimes. No matter how much I intend to, ha ha. I've got half a dozen sitting in my writing folder in various stages of completion.

    Hopefully I'll get them finished up and posted here soon. Hopefully. I hope, ha.
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    Hey y’all. Just a short story I wrote about an assassin killing women in a Hotel. Enjoy!



    “Fucking idiots.” I thought to myself as I paid the driver of my taxi and exited out into the rain slicked sidewalk in front of the hotel.

    A few hours ago some amateurs had been paid to rob a scientists hotel room and steal a vaccine formula. The details were unimportant to me. But they revealed on their return that they had neglected to erase the security tapes and now their whole operation was at risk. Now I had to go back to the hotel at 2 in the morning and fix their fuck up.

    “Assholes!” I said to myself as I walked into the hotel. The lobby was quite fancy I had to admit. The kind of place I usually stayed at on my ‘business trips.’ And the early morning turned out to be a convenient time because the lobby was empty besides a young blonde desk clerk who had her nose in a book. Christi was the name on her name tag I noticed as I got closer. I also noticed other little details. The freckles dotted along her concentrating face. The eye glasses resting on her nose. She was quite adorable. She also noticed me at the last minute and jumped almost out of her chair.

    “I’m sorry to have startled you miss.” I smile charmingly.


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    Good story (especially the first murder for my taste). I hope I can read more.
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    Even though it's not really my sort of thing, I really enjoyed your writing. I'll be looking out for more from you!
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    My first story in a while, feels good to be writing again. This is only the first part, more action to follow soon. The story is set in something very similar to Edward Hyde's Sidney's universe. How similar depends on how well he reacts to me stealing his ideas! But yeah, big thanks to Squunch, Ellen and Edward Hyde for inspiring me to write again. Comments and critique are very welcome!

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    Chapter 1

    Frank could see the three girls from a mile away, they were just what he was looking for. Eager to get their attention when they would eventually walk past him, he quickly ended his conversation with the young woman he had been talking to for the last couple of minutes. Frank was sitting at a table out on the street, and above the table there was a big sign, saying “MEATGIRLS WANTED” in big, bold letters. The sign had worked excellently so far and he prayed to all the gods for it to work just one more time. If it did, his boss would be very pleased and the promotion he had been seeking just might be within reach.

    As the girls slowly approached Frank eyed them from a distance, confirming what he had known by instinct when he first spotted them: they were strikingly beautiful. Appearing to be about thirteen, they were clad in sports bras and tight leggings showing off their developing bodies. They carried small bags clad with Nike and Adidas logos, and it was obvious that they were on their way to or from some kind of sports activity. This was further backed up by their slim, well-proportioned bodies. The leftmost among them was a mulatto sporting wild, frizzy dark hair half-tamed by a bright green hairband. The girl on the right flank was the complete opposite, light blonde with tidy, straight hair that graced her shoulders elegantly as she walked. Her skin was lightly tanned, giving her skin a healthy glow. Frank was thinking of girl roast already. The blonde was also an inch taller than the other two, who Frank guessed would come in at roughly 5 feet.

    The girl in the middle was something else though. She had long, red, wavy hair that flowed all the way to the small of her back. Her face was absolutely stunning, and she had the fairest, smoothest skin Frank had ever seen. To top it all off she had covered her lush lips with rose red lipstick. Many looks and glances were cast her way as she walked down the street, and from the way she behaved she didn’t seem to mind it one bit. The ginger girl also had the biggest breasts in the trio, though compared to most grown women’s they were still on the small side.

    Frank could see the trio looking at him as they approached, casting quick looks and peaks at him and his sign, before commenting and giggling about it among themselves. Clearly, this was not the first time they had seen a representative of the meat girl industry. They might actually have been recruited already, Frank thought, and felt his mood darken as he realized that could very well be the case. He had to give it a shot though, this opportunity was too good to not at least try.


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    A new chapter is finally here! I don't have much time to write these days, but it is slowly progressing. The next chapter will be the last, but before then, a little "foreplay". Enjoy!

    Chapter 6

    Kayla’s death had by far been the most gruesome, gory death Frank had ever witnessed. He felt bad for the poor girl, after all she had been eager and willing right until the spitting went wrong, and she had given him the fuck of his life right before. Still, her death had set something alight inside of him. Somehow he had taken sadistic pleasure in seeing the girl suffer and beg, all the while her lithe body had been squirming around the sharp metal pole that ended her life. When it was all over Frank had noticed his own hard-on that had been growing since the spit went into the girl. He was incredibly aroused and kept replaying the moment he stabbed Kayla over and over in his head. A sense of guilt washed over him though it did not dampen his lust. As he walked in circles outside the room where Emily was kept he thought about what he was going to do. He knew what he wanted was deeply wrong but he couldn’t get the thought out of his head, and thus the logic of his brain lost against the passion of his loins. After taking a deep breath he opened the door.

    Emily was gently running her fingers back and forth between the pink, smooth lips of her pussy, enjoying the afterglow of the many orgasms brought to her by her vibrating toy. She had masturbated many times before, but she had never had such intense orgasms as this. She thought about the way Kayla had caressed her, how just her touch had made her whole tummy tingle with butterflies. It was a shame they hadn’t experimented with each other earlier, but at least they’d shared that one passionate exchange at the end of their young lives.

    The young redhead was startled when the door opened. She snapped out of her deep thoughts and withdrew her hand from her pussy.

    “Don’t stop,” Frank said. Emily was surprised by the tone of his voice. She met his gaze and realized something had changed in his eyes since the last time she saw him. The words he’d uttered hadn’t been a joke, nor a playful tease, it had been a command. The girl dared not disobey him and reluctantly brought her hand back to her crotch, though the movements did no longer give her any pleasure. One look at the man’s crotch revealed a noticeable bulge. Emily had a bad feeling about Frank’s new demeanor.

    After watching the girl pleasure herself for a while, Frank undid his trousers and pulled out his fully erect dick.

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    Wow that took a dark turn! Glad to see you writing some more :-D
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    This weekend is exceptionally productive everyone is posting their stories

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    Looks like this story is really turning into the dark side.
    I would rather prefer it to stay on the happy side, but it is still very interesting on how it will end. So please find some time to finish it ;)
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    Effect of the full moon perhaps? ;-)
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    I didn't plan on having a rape scene in the story, but it kinda happened! The final part will be a little on the brighter side (I think), though I doubt Emily will be as eager as the previous girls.
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    Consensual Genocide Run: An Undertale Story

    This work consists of five chapters.
    Ch. 1 - The Ruins of Toriel
    Ch. 2 - Undyne Dying
    Ch. 3 - Snuffing Muffet
    Ch. 4 - Breaking Alphys's Toy
    Ch. 5 - Chara, the First Slut


    Chapter 1 - The Ruins of Toriel


    (exposition, cons, de-breasting, meat grinder, furry)




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    Cloud I meant not could
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    Bump
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    Bump to save from faggot spammer
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    I'm not familiar with Undertale and not usually into monster girls, so when I first started reading this I kinda dropped it midway. Somehow it felt too long too.
    But now I've stumbled upon this again on archiveofourown and saw it was only 4 chapters and the last seemed to be about a human girl, so I decided to skip right to it… and it was awesome! Especially the very last part where they raise children just to end up snuffing them too, but are still genuinely happy to live as a family like that, while also anticipating when he would snuff them all again, and how the memories of snuffing his beloved all the previous times come to him as happy and warm ones. Ah, this is just so hot and sweet and everything!
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    Marinette Volunteers
    Tags: Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Exhibitionism, Enthusiastic Consent, Cannibalism, Snuff, Food Porn, Complete.
    All characters herein are 18 or older.

    After learning that this will be Adrien's first birthday without his mother, Marinette decides to do something special to make sure it's a happy one and volunteers to become the refreshments.

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    “Adrien!” Marinette called out after class to get the boy's attention. She'd always felt so nervous around him, but now that she had a reason to talk to her crush it was just so much easier!

    “Marinette!” Adrien greeted her with a smile. “What's up?”

    Marinette flushed, it was still wonderful being greeted by him, just talking to the blond always brightened her day! But she had a purpose for this conversation. It was important; so she couldn't devolve into a useless nervous lump the way she always did.

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    Last family cookout.
    Gore/incest/dolcette

    Jennifer was born premature. On the upside, this made the Puerto Rican beauty tight, short, and a little younger looking than she was. She had a petite frame with c cup tits and slender hands.

    The downside was that it made her nearly blind, and at age 19 she still had never held a single job, which made her a bit of a burden on her large poor family.

    Growing up in America with a Puerto Rican family, even she found some of her family customs odd. None more than the large expensive barbeque her family threw every year with whole pigs on a giant barbeque grill. But this year she thought they had come to their senses because her father kept asking if she was excited for her last family barbeque.

    The day came and she was the last to join the family in the back yard. When she came out she noticed that the barbeque was open but unlit, when food should already be being made. Her family fell silent.

    Her father aproached and spoke gently. "Jennifer, I love you, but you are 19 now and unable to help the family financially. I talked with your boyfriend and he can't afford to move you out soon enough. So we're going to have to bring back a family tradition we haven't done since my sister long before you were born."


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    G/rape/incest

    Note: Just getting back into writing erotica and first time going this dark. My style is short and to the point when it comes to erotic writing. I hope you can still enjoy this dungeons and dragons themed series

    Heading into a cold autumn wind, the posse known as "Hells Rebuke" rode hard for the keep of Lord Brideguard.

    Only the burlap sacks hanging from their horses bled more than their still healing wounds as they approached the gates of the keep. In spite of their pain the feeling of triumph so saturated the party that one could almost feel it wafting from them as they rode by.

    At the head of the pack was a human named Amon. An assassin by trade, he found his calling at the ripe age of 15. After repeatedly raping the butcher’s daughter, he realized she would not be silent about what he had done. So, he choked her to death, while giving her one last hump, and found that killing got him even harder than fucking. When her body was discovered he delivered his condolences to her father while wearing the beauty’s head like a cod piece in his pants. He soon relived himself of his parents and went into business as a murderer for hire.

    Next in line was the Dragonborn Sorcerer, Kilrash. Kicked out of Draufsorth academy after it was discovered that he had created a secret chamber in the school and filled it with families, which he charmed into massive familial orgies. He had a special fetish for fucking human girls, removing their charm, and then watching their father and brothers rape her until she was bred and swollen.

    Lastly was Aego, the Elven Ranger. He had lived all 100 years of his life before joining Rebuke wandering the wilds. There wasn’t a wilderness, couldn’t navigate at and survive in. Unfortunately for those that did get lost in his domain, if they were an attractive woman of any race, they wouldn’t make it home undefiled.

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    It was impossible for Paula to not feel at least a little nervous, this being her first visit to the mortality section of the yoga studio. She'd heard that it was a life-changing experience, a grounding in reality that gave you a true appreciation for the here and now, and lately she had begun to feel like that was something she really needed.

    Immediately she took note of the drastic change in decor, where the rest of the studio was carpeted floors and tall windows, this room was cold and sterile like a hospital ward. Cushioned walls, stark lighting, and a pale woman in a long plastic lab coat. Whose expression was pleasant and welcoming, but her eyes had a crazed and predatory look to them, darting back and forth across Paula's body, drinking it all in.

    "Hello, I'm Prill, I assume you're here for the Mortality experience?"

    "I'm Paula, and yes, I just don't think yoga's cutting it anymore."

    Prill's eyes darted up and down, and her head twitched subtly.

    "Well then, you'll need to take your shoes off and sit on the floor here."

    Paula obliged, prying off her footwear and sitting cross legged in the middle of the room, Prill slowly began to circle her.

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    Short and to the point. Very good.
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    That was good. I'd hardly call that consensual, but it was an enjoyable little story.
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    loved it. more please?
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    I came soo much
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    I’ve been looking for good seppuku stories on here for a while and so far have come up empty handed, does anyone know where I can find some?
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    Most of my stories end with gutting, and one or two have some seppuku.
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    Thanks
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    The tourists watched, tensely, as the loin-clothed girl knelt, and the man behind her drew his sword. She picked up a dagger, carefully grabbing it with both hands. Some flinched as she quickly pulled it to her stomach's side, stopping short. Closing her eyes, she tried a few more stabbing motions.

    Tears streamed down her face, and after taking a breath, she bowed. The sword flashed through with a crack, and her head fell with a thud, rolling while the neck spilled its contents. The relaxed body slowly slumped to the side, prompting the audience to stand and clap.

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    Also, Hitomi posted some at Dolcettish.com and FetNoir.com
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    You can search with ctrl+f or find option in the home page of /lit/ then you search "Land of Rising Sun"
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    Spoiler Alert: Does not involve ACTUAL Cosplayers. The title is a means of having an all-inclusive mutliverse of characters to choose from. Some of you may remember my VGBabes vs. The Legions of the Undead series. This is the reboot of that. If you'd like to help choose who shows up in it and get other bonus goodies, feel free to check out my Patreon page: patreon.com/DeathstalkerLives. Beyond that, enjoy the mayhem!


    CosplayBabes vs. The Legions of the Undead


    By Deathstalker



    Chapter One: Hermoine Granger



    The sprawling city had been a bustling hive of vibrant life once upon a time. That all ended with a single snap of the Omni’s fingers. Over eight million people died in an instant. In another instant, a vast majority of them came back, possessed by an ancient evil. All memories of their former lives vanished, replaced by the primal urges to feed and mate. The Omni looked upon the newly formed Necropolis and smiled, knowing it would make a perfect arena for countless playthings to amuse him. As the hordes of living dead shuffled their way through the city’s streets, eagerly seeking out anything they might be able to fuck or feed on, the Omni turned its attention away from its playground and focused on the limitless choice of potential toys to be broken and devoured for its amusement.

    The sheer number of options would have left a lesser being reeling with nausea, but the Omni craved the freedom of ultimate power. It had long ago learned to let its mind wander aimlessly, operating largely on whims and instincts instead of conscious choice. The Omni’s choice may not have been truly random, but it might as well have been. A swirling mass of a million different forms formed within its consciousness, gradually filtering down to a single entity. She was young, but possessed an impressive intelligence. The magical blood flowing through her veins gave her strength enough to not be utterly helpless against the Legions of the Undead. The Omni learned every detail of Hermoine Granger’s life in a single instant. And in another instant, it plucked the young woman out of her reality and dumped her into the Necropolis.

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    Fate let out a yell of release as she unleashed a beam of crackling energy at the necrotic barrier encapsulating the city. She felt a spark of pride when her attack finally managed to crack through the shell, but it was quickly overshadowed by confusion as she watched the entire barrier collapse, sucked in on itself before vanishing completely. Gwen’s voice crackled into her ear a moment later.

    “The barrier’s… gone,” she reported. “Can’t be sure how much we helped with that, but our sensors are going wild with readings. Lots of hostiles, although a significant portion of them appear to be dropping like flies throughout the city. I do read life signs, although there’s not many and they’re pretty scattered out. Oh…”

    The sudden surprise in Gwen’s voice concerned Fate. “What is it?”

    “More readings. There’s a cluster of life readings and hostiles at the city’s airport. Also, the airport appears to be partially on fire.”

    “Sounds like someone’s having a party without us,” Fate said, turning and hurrying back to the ship’s hatch. “Think you could get us an invite?”

    “Already punching in the coordinates.”

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    Zarya flexed her muscles around the pair of squirming captives she had under her arms, hauling them along in the direction of Bathory and Harley’s apartment hideaway. Rayne strolled along beside her, eyes occasionally turning to fix on the lively blood bags. She ran her tongue along her lips and fangs, her lobotomized brain wavering between Bathory’s control and her desire to feed. It was a battle she was gradually losing, mouth salivating more with each step she took. The bizarre behavior of the mutant zombies that had captured them aside, Samus and Kara knew that wherever they were being brought, nothing good would come of it. But Zarya’s undead muscles seemed to show no signs of fatigue, remaining flexed around them and limiting their range of movement down to the most meager of wiggling.

    Then the barrier came down.

    The mutant zombies took no notice of the change, Zarya too focused on delivering her cargo and Rayne too busy trying to decide which of the morsels would be the tastiest. The unblemished rays of morning sunlight fell across the foursome. Kara let out a shocked gasp that bordered on orgasmic as the sun soaked into her body, giving her Kryptonian powers a much needed charge. It wasn’t long before she had enough strength to properly struggle against Zarya. A few moments more and she was on the verge of breaking free. Her captive’s surprising strength shifted Zarya’s focus. In order to try to secure the woman fighting free, her dull, rotting brain decided to release Samus and close Kara into a bearhug. With the full might of Supergirl restored, Kara broke free from the iron-like grip with ease.

    Rayne let out a shriek and leapt onto Kara’s back, using the woman’s escape as a convenient excuse to begin her feast. Baring her fangs, her head lunged forward, burying her mouth against the side of Supergirl’s throat and biting down with the force of a rabid pit bull. Against her victim’s sun-charged, nearly impenetrable skin, Rayne’s sharp fangs shattered. The zombified dhampir howled in agony as twin streaks of pain shot up through her mouth, dark blood gushing out over Kara’s neck. Rayne’s attempt to bite her pushed Supergirl beyond the limits of what she could take. With her powers nearly fully restored, her fury was unstoppable and deadly.

    Bringing her fist up, Kara smashed her knuckles into Rayne’s face, crushing her nose flat and sending several more of her teeth down her throat. She spun, bringing the mutant zombie off her back and throwing her to the ground. A scream of anger rolled up her throat as she dropped over Rayne, taking turns pounding her fists into the undead woman’s increasingly disfigured face. Rayne fought back with jerking movements, attempting to jam her arm-blades into Kara’s sides, only to have them crack against her attacker’s resilient skin. With a wet cracking, Rayne’s face caved in under Supergirl’s assault. Her arms dropped to her sides, jerking as she dug the heels of her boots into the street and bucked her hips up against Kara’s crotch. Kara kept punching, knowing she would not be satisfied until the mutant zombie’s head was fully destroyed.

    Irritated by the sudden turn of events, Zarya lifted her cannon-arm at Kara’s back, determined to regain control of her captives. Although it didn’t look like Kara needed much help, Samus had no intention of sitting on the sidelines and watching the show unfold. She fumbled with the lightsaber hilt, making sure the exit port was aimed away from her, and thumbed the button. Her eyes lit up as a glowing yellow blade erupted from one end of the weapon, a cold smirk filling her face as she shifted her line of sight to Zarya. She stepped beside the muscular mutant zombie and brought the scorching heat of the lightsaber blade down over her forearm, cleaving through the thick meat and the solid metal fused into it with ease. The disarming strike coincided with Zarya attempting to fire the cannon. The sudden damage caused the weapon to explode. The fiery force threw Samus back, tumbling onto her back and rolling. She jutted the lightsaber out to her side as the momentum of the blast carried her along, keeping herself from being diced up by the blade.

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    Rebecca’s panicked report left Veronica and Gwen more than a little unsettled as they closed in on the life signs they were tracking. Susan’s death was a bit of a blow. The woman had always been so cautious, almost to the point of it being irritating. Whatever creature they’d encountered, it was nothing to be trifled with. They found Fuuka and Kay-Em not far from the destroyed bunker. Thankfully, the pair were just as eager to get on board the shuttle as the MVA agents were to get back into the air. Gwen explained the situation as best she could manage to Fuuka as she gave her a brief medical check, while Veronica fought back her unease with Kay-Em. She’d gotten used to living in a world filled with horrifying monsters capable of killing people in quick fashion, but the android’s head was a thing of technical wonder that could not be denied.

    “You guys are just lucky we were able to take down that big ass dragon thing before you arrived,” Kay-Em told Veronica. “The air wasn’t a safe place to be back then.”

    “You’re incredible,” Veronica gasped, unable to resist running her fingers along Kay-Em’s face and the torn seam of her neck, doing her best to get a clear look of her inner workings as she could. “Who made you?”

    Kay-Em frowned. “Buy a girl a fucking drink first, geez,” she snapped. “I’m not just some talking toaster you can go jamming your fingers into. Consent is important!”

    Veronica pulled her hands back swiftly. “Sorry.” She blushed with embarrassment. “I’ve just never seen anything like you before.”

    “And you’ll never see anything like me again, honey,” Kay-Em shot back. “I’m one of a kind. The Beta Test that went pro. But you look like the technically savvy sort. I bet you could persuade me into spilling a few of my design secrets. On one condition.”

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    After a thorough shower to get the stench of the Necropolis off of her, Fate made her way to Director Carter’s office to deliver her full preliminary report. She didn’t have much in the way of details. Most of what she did have had come from the survivors she’d picked up and attempting to piece together their varied stories. “Fuuka and Kay-Em seem to think that the monster they identified as the leader was the source of the barrier and the zombies, but I’m not convinced,” she said. “Although the barrier fell with that creature, as did the zombies, the more complex mutants were not apparently affected. It’s possible they attained enough sentience to separate themselves from whatever psychic link connected the leader to its minions, but – from what they say – the thing exhibited no ability to breach realities. And as capable as they are, I doubt any of them would have been able to actually kill whatever it was that caused this.”

    The survivors had already gone through processing. The majority of them had agreed to the offer of psychiatric therapy the MVA offered. Fate figured that would be a lengthy process. She’d only seen a little of what the nightmarish city had to offer and she was considering getting herself an appointment for a session or two just to keep anything from festering. There was also the question of what to do with the survivors long term. Not many lived to walk out of the Necropolis, but there were still enough to make it one of the largest dimensional displacements the MVA had encountered. If they added in the number of dead, it was the largest by far. Fate suspected the number of casualties would only get higher once they got into the city and really started to investigate.

    The offers of employment at the MVA were not a surprise. Fate had suspected Carter would do such a thing. Several of the women had even accepted the offer already. Michonne, Xian Mei, and Zoey had signed up without hesitation. With the little she knew about the women’s home dimensions, she wasn’t surprised. She suspected they’d have gladly signed up for janitorial duties at the MVA to avoid having to deal with anymore zombie-infested pits of doom. Samus Aran, Kara Danvers, Fuuka, and Kay-Em had also agreed to join up, determined to do what they could to prevent something like the Necropolis from ever happening again.

    The Necropolis itself was under strict quarantine. The investigators assigned to the case were pouring over the hours of video footage Kay-Em had collected during her time in the city. The footage contained plenty of useful information and a fairly complete timeline of events for the party she’d been in, as well as a thorough mapping of the city itself, but so far no clues had been found to tell them what had actually caused the event. The plan to put boots on the ground in the city to conduct a more hands on examination were still in the works, but the process was moving ahead with slow caution after the death of Susan Storm. The MVA wasn’t keen on sending in more lambs for the slaughter. Until they came up with a solid plan of securing the site and exterminating whatever threat still lurked within it, the investigation would be a slow process and the city would remain under lockdown.

    After taking in all the information Fate had to offer, Samantha Carter dismissed her. It was a big damn mess, and not the only one she had on her plate. Feeling the tension in her shoulders creeping up her neck, threatening to spawn migraine, Sam leaned back in her seat and rubbed at her temples, fighting the urge to cash in the significant amount of vacation time she’d earned.

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    This thread will contain stories involving preteen girls being killed; mostly outright murder, although there will be a few consent and suicide stories.

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    My first story is response to a prompt /RP/.

    President's Daughter

    Patricia Viktorinova believes she is on her way home from violin lessons. She is only nine, with shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes, and President Alexander Viktorinov's only daughter and youngest child. Patricia is also her daddy's favorite, as well as the favorite of the staff he hired to look after his children; she is well-behaved and polite, unlike her brothers. Everyone tends to spoil the little lady, and because of that she has developed an unusually high level of trust towards them. When her chauffeur, even though her father only hired him two months ago, turns down the wrong street Patricia she is too busy devouring the unusually large tin of chocolate chip cookies and tall cup of chocolate milk Mister Levchenko brought her, while watching a cartoon on her smartphone, to notice; the idea that she could be in danger while in the presence of a man her loving father entrusted with her safe transportation never crosses her mind. She falls asleep soon, with the half-eaten tin of cookies and phone sliding to the floor, without serious thought as to why she is not at home on time.


    For almost two hours Viktor Levchenko drives, leaving the city and into a more rural part of the country. A fat lump seems to form in the back of his throat and swells up several times as his destination grows closer. Viktor wonders how such a wonderful and beautiful child could have been created by a man such as the President. If she could be given to a loving family, perhaps in another country… but she is too old for that to work. And the mission he was given by the Peace Restoration Force is not to give the child of a dictator a better home, but to make that dictator take notice of their pleas. He needs to know that he and his family are not safe from the People's wrath. His thoughts turn to his own daughter, who starved to death as the President wasted unnecessary resources on this hopeless war with the European Federation.


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    Apologies for the multiple posts. I was getting errors during the first few attempts and didn't know that it actually went through.
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    I expected to find my sister dead before I opened the door to her room. My parents have no idea that I overheard them planning the poison her. The Population Regulations Committee selected her to be among the millions purged this year; as human populations have reached into the trillions, many believe it to be necessary. It was customary for people to purge themselves, as the Committee's methods were not painless. Parents whose children were selected generally preferred to snuff them without their knowledge.


    Even so, I whispered her name as I closed the door behind me. "Kayla!"


    No response.


    I flipped a switch and light flooded the room. She was laying on her bed; on top of the blanket, as usual. The crotch of her blue skirt was damp, and the sheets around her buttocks stained yellow. Her eyes were closed. "She just peed the bed. She isn't dead," I thought to myself, even though I knew it was a lie.


    "Kayla! Are you…?"

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    The purges did not spare the higher levels of the Party. One of the first to fall foul of the new Supreme Leader was the Minister of Information. The Supreme Leader still harbored a grudge over a past slight from their university days. The Minister of Information had stolen away a school sweetheart, and ever since, The Supreme Leader had planned his revenge. A revenge that would only taste all the sweeter now that the Minister had created a disgustingly happy young family.

    One week after the appointment of the new Leader, the secret police had forced their way into the Minister's home and spirited him and his family away to a secret facility. A kangaroo court swiftly convicted the Minister of being a traitor and Western spy, and sentenced him and his family to death (as was custom back then).

    The first to hang was the Minister's daughter, a sweet little girl who had just reached her 10th birthday a month before. Still clad in her school uniform, her strawberry blonde hair done up in a cute little pony tail, the sobbing child was dragged up the stairs of the scaffold. In a well oiled motion, the executioners looped the noose around her neck, letting it drape around her shoulder. A blindfold was gently tied over her eyes. The order was given, and the trapdoor opened up. She dropped about two meters, but it wasn't enough to snap her neck.

    Her slender legs kicked frantically as the noose tightened and cut off blood and oxygen circulation. The Minister and his wife could only look on in horror as their little daughter slowly strangled, her neck stretching as gravity pulled down on her struggling body. Five minutes passed before her spastic motions began to slow. Then she went limp. For a moment, she was still. Then a frantic burst of motion as her body gave one last desperate attempt at survival. Her body jerked as her legs pulled up to her chest and shot down, straining to reach for a foothold that didn't exist. Then, a faint gurgling exhalation. The girl went limp once more as urine streamed down from between her legs.

    Then, all was silent, save for the anguished wailing of the Minister's wife and the creaking of the rope as the girl's corpse swung in the wind.
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    Can you put tags on individual stories/posts? like con/non-con, specifically, please ^^
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    Nah.
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    I did a collab with BCGuro this time ^^ His pics for the story are over here: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=76616289
    This story was uploaded a week earlier to my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

    Bringing Down a Raccoon

    After the attempted assassination of princess Melty Melromarc - by her own bodyguards! -the Shield Hero’s party was left both surprised and confused. Why would the royal knights attack the girl? Whatever their reason, Naofumi knew that it was probably the doing of the pink-haired bitch that was Melty’s older sister. Still… What was going to happen next? He needed more information to proceed. Still, it’d be better not to just charge straight into one of the nearby towns and demand an explanation. So, instead of that, he decided that sending Raphtalia off to scout the situation would be for the best - certain that his raccoon demi-human companion would easily be able to handle the situation, no matter what happened.

    With her master ordering her to go on a scouting mission, Raphtalia was more than happy to do just that. She was his sword - wherever he directed her, she’d go. Just in case, she had put on a long, red hood and a cape - being cautious was never going to hurt. Going into the village, she was able to tell quickly, just how good a decision it was. On the board near the entrance there already were wanted posters for her, Filo and master Naofumi. Fortunately, the guards didn’t really check her as she got in. There seemed to be a gathering of people at the village’s main square - so she headed for that. There were some soldiers in front of the crowd - one of them holding a magical sphere. The sphere projected an image in the air - a display of what had happened during Melty’s attempted assassination. Except… It was different from what really happened. During the battle, she and her friends held back - and she also had the impression that the soldiers weren’t trying their hardest either. But in this projection, it was much different. No, instead both she, and Filo, and even master Naofumi were all outright killing those soldiers! With plenty of blood flying in the air, Raphtalia watched as she herself moved in the projection with a crazed smile, obviously enjoying herself while slaughtering soldier after soldier. But… Master Naofumi was so kind! He’d never order her or Filo to kill people like this! How could anyone believe this? From the things she was hearing, those people somehow did…

    “How awful…” She muttered as she continued to hear people comment agrily - their voices calling out against her - and, more importantly, against master Naofumi. They were calling him the devil of the shield… Listening to them, Raphtalia could only feel anger starting to awaken in her. That anger caused her not to notice, as some men approached her. “Heya, miss. Your voice sounded similar to that raccoon bitch the devil of the shield had with him. Show us your face! Now!” Even if her comment was quiet and calm, making it so different from the maniacal laughter edited into the recording, these men were somehow able to tell the difference. Or did they? Maybe they just spotted an opportunity to bother a cute, yet - in their eyes - defenseless girl? Whatever their real reasons were, as Raphtalia wondered, how to react to that, their hands grabbed her hood - and pulled it down. “Ah! It’s the devil of the shield’s whore!” Upon seeing her face fully, along with the ears on her head, it was very clear to the men that they really made it. Raising their voices, they brought everyone’s attention to her - the people around both disgusted and infuriated at her presence. The soldiers who had been showing the recording all reached for their weapons, too - and it was clear to Raphtalia that they were going to attack her. She still had her sword with her, of course… But if she drew it now, she knew that those innocent people around her would definitely get caught in their battle. She wanted to avoid hurting them if possible - and so, she just remained frozen as the soldiers surrounded her.

    The bumbling men who had first brought the attention had quickly retreated, and the townspeople moved back behind the line of soldiers. Now, she was free to fight them - but she wasn’t liking the odds she was facing. The soldiers attacked her constantly, never getting her even a moment of respite. To make things worse, she had no real way to actually reduce their numbers - she knew she shouldn’t kill them, as that would only make the situation for their party more dire. If she had a moment to herself, she could have used some of her magic - but the soldiers didn’t even give her the chance to finish an incantation. They had her surrounded from all sides, leaving her no ways to escape. If only she could use her illusion magic to turn herself invisible… Then, she’d be able to escape easily! However, as things were, there was nothing she could really do - aside from just continuing to fight against the men. However, even if they weren’t that strong, their numbers - and the fact that they constantly whittled away at her endurance - were too much for her to keep up with. Eventually, she was too tired to continue fighting - and so, the soldiers just all converged on her. Taking her weapon away from her, they quickly tied the girl up - and shoved her into a cell in the town while discussing, what to do with her next.


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    That was a very hot and lovely story, thank you!
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    Thanks for commenting, very happy to hear that you enjoyed it ^^ (Especially with how rarely people comment on my stories over here nowadays)
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    > (Especially with how rarely people comment on my stories over here nowadays)

    … yeah. Probably one reason I don't really post as often as I used to.
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    Losing face
    written by JestInPieces and PogueMahone

    It had been a few weeks since the accident, but it felt longer. All the fear and pain and anxiety about the future had passed now, bad memories of what seemed like a bad dream. Now the family had simply accepted things. Or appeared to. Suzanne was the only child of the loving parents, and she hadn’t quite gotten used to it all yet. Even now, as the teenager got a lift from her mother back from her friend’s house, it could be hard to look her mom full in the face. Mainly because she kept thinking it was about to fall off.

    It had been a freak accident. One in a million. A billion, maybe. Mom had been getting into an elevator, or maybe out of one – the details had been lost. Something had gone wrong. The doors had shut too soon, caught her right in the middle of the head and then zoomed up. When asked, Mom just said that she had heard a very loud crack, and then blacked out. When she came to someone was holding her face in their hands. The entire front part of her skull had been ripped clean off.

    And yet, she had survived. The brain had remained miraculously undamaged, although Suzanne wasn’t sure she could trust any god who was behind that sort of miracle. Reattaching all that bone and muscle was proving… difficult. And expensive. So Mom, ever resourceful, had gotten some tape, and that was that. The new reality. A mother who could peel the tape off and remove her own face like an opera mask if she had to scratch on the inside.

    Just like she was doing right now.

    “Hold on, I’ve got an itch.”


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    Wonderous~
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    Very nice. Despite all the one-shots and stories you two have done, they each still, somehow, manage to remain unique from each other.
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    i liked this story very much!
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    OMG I loved this story. The casualness, the insanity the disgust, it's perfect. I would so love to see more of these weird crazy hot stories!!! I'm reading this one over and over.
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    Can anyone recommend stories about furry girls using the toilet?
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    So dissapoint. 0/10. Thought this was gonna be a thread about normal girls using furry toilets.
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    After a little discussion about age forwarding, I came up with the idea that it really would be fun to use "unlolifying" in a story as the driving plot. It is a well-known anime cliche that many lolis want bigger breasts and want to look more grown-up. And I like the idea that a girl agrees to become meat, just to look more grown up^^

    And after some consideration, I came up with the idea. That the characters of "Lucky Star" are perfect for it. Most of them are almost of age and still look like children. So who would be better suited?

    But is there any interest in such a story?
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    I kinda understand that much, but I wonder what kind of procedure it is going to be.
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    Like all my stories, it's more light-hearted and a bit ironic. (at least I try to be funny ^^)

    the catch is: they are not just transformed into sexy adult women. The full potential of their bodies is awakened… If there is any potential at all.^^

    Usually, even adult women still have a lot of unused potentials. But I know at least one character in Lucky Star, who can not have much potential because of her mother
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    little preview.



    Part 1: foreplay.


    It is a warm day. Most girls are outside and spend their time on the beach. But Konata’s friends are sitting in her house.
    Kagami has managed to persuade the others to study for the next exam. Even Konata had agreed. At first, it looked like it could be a productive afternoon. But now the girls' morality is already broken.
    "It is not solvable!" Tsukaza sighs discouraged. She uses a fan to endure the heat. “I never will pass the next math exam!”
    “This is boring! Can’t we do something more exciting? It is too hot!” Konata complains. She has already taken off half of her uniform. Since she does not really have anything to hide, it does not look very sexy.
    “We just started 10 minutes ago!” Kagami insist. She does not want to admit that the heat annoys her as well. “This exam is important!”
    “It’s just math! Tyrant!” Konata complains. “You don’t need to study for it!”

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    >"cooking would most likely end her life. "

    LOL you are very optimistic using word "most likely" here

    >Konata tries to force them: “Don’t be cowards! It will be way more fun as studying!”

    I think you should have better said
    "You will not need to study anymore" as this is one of the biggest benefits of being cooked but maybe that was your ideas already ;)

    Anyway since you started you now have to finish :) I still have no clue how the hell they make girls older.
    But that kinda would make sense in the dolcett universe where girls get cooked at the age of 3
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    I started a own thread for the story:

    https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/17922.html
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