Man same here Juan Gotoh, Tsepesi and Ahdualism were my first guro artists. Reading your story i remembered that perfect feeling i had when i first read Juan Gotoh guro comics! Ty m8!

i meant manga instead of comics there ;)

>>12499

>>12481

LOL!! Love you username. :-D



>>12499

Fuck yes! For me, the Juan, Tsepesi, and Uziga were the first artists that I learned the names of and fell in love with their work. Juan in particular. Guillotine Masturbation is still my favorite comic to this day. There's something about the atmosphere he presents and the clean art style that doesn't try to hide any details. I really wish Juan would make more guro stories. This tribute captured that atmosphere succinctly and I loved how the clear simple writing paralleled the visual style.

Do write more please

Nice story. I like consensual guro But i had some problems understanding all that medical engineering going on there from the first pass ;) so had to read it again.


Oh, just now notices that this is 2 years old thread.

>>16021
Love the story overall. Its well written and the pics make it read and look even better.

My only issue is the "consensual" necro in it. It take away a lot from the excitement and tabo of it. If it was him doing it in secret it would be much more exciting!

I hope you will write more of it but if i may request/sugest something more secretive- like for example - my sisters were killed by a home invader/thief that run away and i found her body and made love them before i called the police. :P Something along those lines.

>>16044
I may need to make a thread for each story or make a collection thread for non-Canterlot Mortuary stories.

>>16077
You have not updated that one for a long time. Also there is new image in that series! :D EG this time!

>>16044
Damn.That Changotan pic of SB and AB really fucked you up just like me,right ? :-)That's exactly the same scenario depicted and discussed in the comment (i for one prefer to imagine Snips and Snails, having learned of their sexy teenaged former classmates gruesome demises at the hands of some burglars ,sneaking in the morgue to indulge themselves with the fresh cadavers of their one-sided crushes now that they cant object to their awkward advances.Snips finally filling the tight dead pussy of the young unicorn that used to innocently and insensitively laugh at the idea of them two ever being together with his chubby little cock while he tearfully kiss her slack mouth and Snails coating the throat of the tomboyish farm girl that haunted his wet dream with his spunk before shamelessly losing his virginity to the corpse of his childhood friend)

Hello, this is my first submission. I hope this is the right board. Enjoy.

Junkyard Rat

Peter Hopkins watched from a makeshift tunnel, of large worn out tires, as the girl, a petite little thing with brown hair so short she could easily pass for a boy, climbed grabbed the chain link fence and pulled herself up.

"Please Felicia, let's just go our usual route. Please! We'll get lost in there." Waiting just outside the fence, a slightly taller girl with longer brown hair and buds poking through her white blouse, her older sister peered into the old junk yard with bulging eyes and a grimace on her face.

Felicia held her position at the top of the and waved for her sister to follow. "Come on, Jane, it will be faster than going around. We just have to cut across, so kinda hard to get lost."

"But you never know what could be in there. I hear there are giant rats the size of dogs in there. We could get rabies. And that's if we get through before the sun sets. Jane told me that one of her cousins committed suicide in here? What if he's still wandering around here, if you know what I mean? Let's just go the normal way, please!"

The other girl reached up to grab Felicia's ankle, but she threw it over and dropped into the old abandoned junkyard before her sister could get a firm grip.

"You're thirteen, Sabrina, and you're telling me you believe in ghosts. The only thing here is old piles of rotten garbage and broken machinery. As for the rats; they'll leave you alone if you leave them alone. If not…," Felicia kicked a small rock, launching into the air. "If we don't get home quickly, mom will be pissed. That's scarier than any ghosts, giant rats, or whatever the hell could be in here. I know what I'd rather take my chances with."

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>>16185
This is one of the hottest stories here! Shame he didynt have her head to fuck as well but still HOT! DO more like this with corpse undressing!!!

Village Girl to Gladiatrix

Six months ago, Arla knew only what it was like to have a loving family, three adequate meals every day, and nice, comfortable, clothes. Then her village was pillaged by the army of a hostile kingdom to the north, in need of food, supplies, and women, to aid in their assault against the Fortress of Sotil to the east. The villagers made the foolish mistake of putting up resistance, and the Royal Army in turn slaughtered all but a tenth of the population. Arla, terrified and helpless, watched as they hung her father and mother at the gallows, and then slit her older sister’s throat. She only survived because she hid in a thicket of bushes behind their house.

The army left, the town stripped bare of anything valuable. That didn’t stop a gang of outlaws from sweeping through the place to see what remained. Arla, having passed out in her hiding spot, woke to find a group of rugged men and women roaming around her family’s backyard. She sat up, memories of what occurred earlier slowly coming back to her, and alerted the strange folks by rustling the bushes. A strong burley arm grabbed the scuff of her dress and pulled her out, holding her flailing figure at eye level.

“Hey, captain! Looks like we got someone! What shall we do with her?”

A rough woman, wild red hair to her pelvis, but draped in shinier army than the rest of the group of thugs, looked at Arla, examining her with a bored expression on her face. “Not much for physical labor,” she lifted Arla’s dress and inserted a finger into the girl’s cunny, which was quite moist; most likely from pissing herself rather than arousal, the captain was certain. “Hymen’s intact. I’d bet some pervert would pay a high price for her. We’ll have to keep some of our perverts off her…,” Arla kicked towards the redhead, nearly striking her in the jaw, missing only by the woman’s fast reflexes, “Do that again and you will regret it, you fucking bitch! How about we just slice open your belly and leave you here to die?”

Her captor slammed his fist into the back of her head, knocking Arla out cold.

“Just take her with us and we’ll find something to do with her.”

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CONTRACT SNUFF PORN

Shooting, Headshot, Child(12), Forced Masturbation(g), Masturbation(M), Urination, Defecation.

When Roel first became a hired gun, snuffing out cops, rival gangsters, and cheating wives sounded like it would be a lot of fun. There was the thrill, that rush of adrenaline, as he ended the life of a target, and made his way from the scene of the crime; not to mention, spending the next few days expecting the police to show, and hoping that your client wouldn’t try to screw him over, or have him knocked off as well. Yet, just like an afternoon riding roller coasters, his career was spending a lot of time waiting around, only for a brief moment of excitement. The pay was great, though; plus it still beat the slow monotony of sitting in an office all day looking at a screen, or stacking boxes in some warehouse. After years of doing it, and dozens of jobs, even killing can begin to lose its’ thrill.

Along came Roel’s latest job, and another milestone in his career, long after he was sure that he carried out every unsavory act that he was willing to do. Yet, he stood in front a young girl, Beverly Hoffman, just a month shy of celebrating her thirteenth birthday, floating around on a inflatable swan raft, in the pool behind her family’s country home; her eyes were closed, as she slept in, with a peaceful smile on her face, and completely oblivious to her impending death. Beverly was pretty, too; Roel was always confident that he was not attracted to girls her age, but as she laid in her raft, only a thin red thong covering her smooth prepubescent pussy, and her developing breasts, topped with puffy nipples pointed at the sky, wet and glistened in the setting Sun, his ideas of what was too young for him seriously came into doubts. Though he killed a few cuties during his career, this one, perhaps because of her innocent age, seemed different. He hoped this wouldn’t complicate his assignment.

If this job even remotely resembled his typical assignments, he would put two bullets in her forehead and leave. Her parents would come home to find her still floating, a stream of crimson flowing alongside her bright, orange, curls into the water. While he held his gun, a 9mm semi-automatic, in his other was an expensive 4k camcorder; a camera he needed to pay an instructor to learn how to use properly. Her father, chief of police in Dallas, busted up a major child porn operation, and arrested dozens of producers and thousands of their customers. Some of the higher ups wanted to punish him, and didn’t feel that simply killing him, or his daughter for that matter, would suffice. They wanted more than just a quick snuff.

With a few adjustments, the camera was set to record video, and snap five still every three seconds. He sat it on a chair facing Beverly, taking in her half-naked preteen beauty as she enjoyed her last moments of true happiness. Aiming his gun carefully, he fired off two shots. The crack of thunder echoed through the empty fields, as two bullets pelted the water, sending up a fine mist. Beverly’s eyes opened, first slowly, as she took in her surroundings, and then they shot open into a fearful bulge in their sockets when they gazed upon the strange man pointing a gun at her.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” Roel drawled.

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Chapter 3


Heather woke up with a start, the last echoes of a nightmare still resonating inside her mind. It didn’t last long, though, and like dreams usually do, faded quickly into the hidden corners of her memory.

Her situation hadn’t changed much in all the time she had been asleep. It could have been minutes, hours or months, as she had no way of calculating the time inside that damned cocoon. She felt rested, though, even if in desperate need to relieve herself, but all the suffering she had enjoyed thanks to the ministrations of her host had faded into the background. In fact, the only discomfort she still felt was from the urethral and digestive tract tentacles, and it was more a fullness feeling than the debilitating pain that had almost broken her. That didn’t mean some other changes hadn’t been made while she was out.

To begin with, she looked cross eyed at the tight mass of rubbery filaments that protruded from her nostrils. The picture would have been comical outside of the terrible context, but there it meant that her sinuses were full to the brim with the offshoot of the tentacle that also sealed her wide open mouth. From that place to her brain there was almost no distance, and she wondered if her grey matter was being similarly assaulted.

Putting those thoughts aside, as they got her nowhere, she directed her gaze to her breasts. During her time unconscious they had grown at least three sizes, and now floated gently in the liquid, their firmness lost to their newfound weight. The size gain was not the only new development of her twin girls: they itched madly all across their surface and the puncture wounds in her nipples and areolas not only hadn’t healed, they had grown until she could have sworn that a wire could be inserted in each one without problems.

Looking further down, she confirmed how her intestines had completely unraveled, covering almost all the free space in the amniotic bag and letting her see beyond them with more clarity. Her bladder was inflated to a comical size and now poked above her pelvis, nestled between the flaps at the bottom of the abdominal cut. Her balloon shaped organ was now the size of a softball ball, and certainly was the cause of her overwhelming need to pee. However, with her urethra so blocked by the penis sized tentacle, that relief was not going to happen anytime soon.


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Chapter 4

Helen opened her eyes again to a very nice tingling coming from her loins; the tentacles were still manipulating her clit and had made further changes. However, that was not the most important thing in her mind at that point, this time she remembered everything about her dream, if it was a dream at all, which she doubted very much. It seemed that the process that scrambled their brains until they were unreadable by human technology somehow gave them access to the mind of the worm. She supposed that her assimilation wasn’t advanced enough to let her enter that mental landscape at will, only transporting her there when she fell unconscious.

Were her captive colleagues still there suffering another of the worm’s mental exercises in depravity? Or had they woken up like her to their lonely liquid chamber, to contemplate for hours how the worm toyed with their bodies? Hopefully, they had reached a state where they could transition from one level of consciousness to another at will.

Not so long ago, she had wished for something, no matter how painful, to alleviate the tedium of her forced immobility, so she imagined that maybe those women had gone through the same stages as her and that hellish alien landscape had been deemed a better alternative than that lonely half darkness where she floated now.

Did the worm know about the reading devices implanted in her brain? That question was important at the light of the recent developments. Maybe the recording of those dreams was helping the scientists to decode the strange thought patterns that so puzzled them. She decided not to tell the captured women yet, maybe the worm had ways to read that information from her brain, maybe not, but she would not force the situation.

In the unspecified time that had passed while she was with them, new changes had happened to her body. Leaving her tingling clit for the last, she resolved to be methodical. Starting from the top, Heather confirmed that her boobs were even bigger if that was possible, itched like madly and their skin rippled faintly in some places. What was happening inside them? The hardened convict feared the answer to that question.

Her spread intestines, which had completely unraveled by now, were attached to the inner surface of the cocoon in multiple places thanks to strange warts from the tentacle making holes through the tissue in all its length. It was strange seeing how the new decoration of the sac wall was made of the organs coming from her own body. The loose flaps of connective tissue that had previously kept her intestines together floated in ragged tatters clinging to the fleshy tubes.

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1. Epilogue


“Yes sir, the creature suddenly attacked us, forcing the detachment of marines to retaliate with extreme prejudice”

“How much is left?”

“Only the samples we took initially. It’s going to take some time to recover the rests of the body; your soldiers are very thorough”

“I will send some support teams right away”

“I don’t recommend it. I suggest enforcing contamination protocol omega for now, we are not sure if any of the remains of the creature represent any danger, and they are splattered everywhere”


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Okay. above is Heather - Cradle of Life
by falquian
It's a bit more gory than "Daisy and the cuntflower".
Actually it's more everything, so be advised. ;)

we gotta rename this thread Falquian stories

FYI, Jessi (Jessika Ryan, or Ragdoll) has been around and very infrequently posting things. Still a fan!

Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?id=3169280
Comic or three, which I still hope will someday be updated: http://driftwood.deadgirl.me/
http://youngjessifantasies.deadgirl.me/
http://ayw.smackjeeves.com/

I honestly expected, and would have preferred if the limits the monsters' claimed would have been a lie, and if every member of the party had been snuffed, butchered and eaten by the end.

>>15690
Nah there's just something amazing about consensual snuff that gets you wet.

Would love to see more of this.

>>16193

I have written some more from another character's perspective

>>16211

Please post! We'd love to see it.

Thanks for translating and Sharing
So you have the Link to the original?
Or at least the pixiv Name of the author?

Would love to know where it came from.

Seems to be this one: http://m.4444v.cc/wapbook-33/

Looks Like a epic story of at least 21 chapters.
Unfortunarely google translation ist Not really understandable.
I really wish someone would translate it.

I just did the next few chapters and can say it may be the best story series around.

>>16187

Oh that's a nice find, thanks for that. Didn't think to do a search but it is indeed the same work.
Here's the pixiv that also has accompanying art already on /g/: hxxps://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=8140783

The first 12 chapters on the webnovel site are reposted as 10 "chapters" on pixiv. It's not uncommon for chinese accounts to repost or take credit for someone else's work there. As for the art, it's clearly stated in the first post that they're just illustrations for the story and not drawn by the account owner, though I don't see them on the webnovel site. I don't know enough internet chinese to figure out if that webnovel site is the one that originally hosted the story or if there are multiple legit hosts like people do for royalroad stories, nor do I have a clue where the original host for the illustrations are if any. That site doesn't let you copy text, so I'm looking for another one.

Anyway, google translate doesn't work well on it because it has a very native chinese feel with sentence structures that don't easily fit english, which also hurts translating. Thus the number of bad sentences in op.

First post was a full day, nap, all-nighter and a bit more; it's pretty tough for just about three chapters and not nearly enough in terms of content, but this reminded me to look into it again.
Thanks, and hopefully some more will go up soon.

That said, anyone able should have a go too. I'm a huge fan of content from other languages.

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Freya leapt from her longship, sword in one hand and shield in the other. Daughter of the chieftain, standing at 5'7 and strong as any man, clad in shining maille with her golden hair tied up into a braid, trailing behind her in the wind, one would be hard-pressed to believe she was only 15 years old. If you looked closely enough, you could see past her battle-hardened muscles and see the youth in her features yet untouched by time, the lingering childishness in her eyes - naturally, most of her foes did not live long enough to make such observations.

A throng of shieldmaidens clambered out behind her and gathered around. On both sides, more men and women are jumping off longboats much like hers, brandishing an assortment of axes, spears and swords. It was a sight that could strike fear into every English peasant's heart: a Viking raid!

With a terrible warcry, the Vikings began to advance towards the nearby town of Bolton-on-Sea.

The town was quiet, not a soul in sight; but this was to be expected. Their arrival was hardly covert. With no walls to hide behind, the townsmen have likely barricaded themselves in the church or monastery. The Vikings split into groups, the largest following Freya's father, the chieftain, who would lead the siege. The rest spread out into the town, clearing out the perimeter, pillaging whatever valuables there were and capturing any poor sods too slow to hide, taking them home as slaves.

Freya gathered her shieldmaidens and headed west. One by one they cleared out houses and stripped them of everything of value, but there was scarcely anything to take: no coins, no silver, no seeds, no tools, no men cowering under tables or hiding behind cupboards; only crude pottery and cheap cutlery.

Something didn't feel quite right. It's almost as if they were prepared for us - as Freya stepped into a crossway, she heard a splash, a terrible sizzle, and the echoing, agonized screams of her shieldmaidens, as if all at once - a cauldron of boiling oil had been hurled at them from a nearby window!

Freya quickly recomposed herself from the shock and heat. Ifra had jumped in front of her with her shield at the last moment, leaving her unscathed, yet Ifra was now writhing on the ground, screaming and developing ghastly boils, much like most of her brethren; only six or seven shieldmaidens were still standing.

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You know, this stuff is well written. The descriptions are snappy but detailed, and the pacing was good.

But it's not guro. It's just scat.

>>16060 I never said it was guro, just that I'd posted it on Gurochan before the domain switch. Scat is allowed on Gurochan, including in /lit/, so long as you warn for it (if you look at the thread title, you'll notice I did). /s/ is for images, and there aren't enough writers or story reccers to split /lit/ into two boards.

Thanks for the compliment, though! I try to write so it could be enjoyable to someone who wasn't aroused by it, assuming they weren't disgusted by the topic. I can write gore, and it's pretty decent when I do, but scat is what turns me on, so that's what this story is about.

This story has a third chapter now!

Fourth chapter now! Lots of maids, a teeny bit of shota, and tons of accidents and desperation!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18375290/chapters/43618901

The story is complete now, over on AO3! There will be more stories set in that world, however.

So, to recap:

Chapter 1: A saboteur contaminates an entire town with a stomach bug, then deliberately gets sick himself, from both ends, in public.
Chapter 2: A little elf girl gets sick in public, then goes home, where she soils her bed.
Chapter 3: A rich merchant and several of his guests get sick at a dinner party.
Chapter 4: The rich merchant's servants and his infant son get sick. Lots of accidents and desperation.
Chapter 5: The merchant's wife becomes ill and has an accident during anal sex with the butler.
Chapter 6: A band of orc mercenaries gets sick after leaving town.
Chapter 7: As he leaves town, the saboteur finds an accomplice, and seals the deal by raping his new bitch boy and giving him a piss enema and a special parasite.

So, head on over to AO3 if you want to read! Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18375290

A little celebration of pokemon sword and shield

Raven woke up kneeling on the floor, her wrist in chains. And of course, she was complete naked. She snarled as her eyes fixed on the short redhead in the dress, and the tall noirette in the lab coat.


“You”

she growled.

“Me!”

Alice agreed happily. Lauren adjusted her glasses evilly.

“Miss. Roth. You’re tonight's biggest loser”


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Astrid ran through the woods in fear. Ever sense Hiccup had shown the world that you could tame the beasts, she had fallen in love with dragons. But now she remembered the terror she felt in her teenage years. The terror of being hunted by these monsters

“Hiccup!”

She shouted. Her naked body covered in sweat, and her bare feet splashing as the slammed into the muddy ground. A small pack of terrible terrors flew after her. The dragon rider was struck in the side by a fire bolt. With a Yelp of pain she fell into the mud, her firm ass pointed at the sky. She managed to roll over just as the swarm reached her. The four tiny dragons landed on her smooth stomach as she inhaled and exhaled swiftly.

“Please leave me alone”

She said as one of the terrors crawled closer to her face. It looked at her for a moment, before giving a sharp cry. The other dragons imitated the cry before sinking their teeth into Astraids muscular belly. She screamed in pain, coughing up blood as the dragons dug in. She kicked her strong legs, and tried to to pull them off but to no avail.

“help me please”

The viking begged tears streaming out of her blue eyes down her smooth face, though even if someone scared of the dragons there was no saving her at that point. Her bladder emptied itself against the girls will, hot piss mixing with the mud. Her eyes started to gloss over as her tongue hung out of her foaming mouth. Her legs stopped kicking and collapsed into the mud, and piss. One of the Terrors who had its fill scuttled over to her limp foot, and lapped it repeatedly. It had a softer taste compared to the girls innards, and made for a nice dessert. Astrid made a weak grunt as the wet tongue crossed her souls. If she wasn't dying, she would have found her biggest kink, and even the she couldn't feel it, her body was heavily stimulated. The lead terror reared back its head and took one last fatal bite. The viking spasmed one last time coughing up blood. In part from the intense information overload her body was receiving in death, and in part from the dragon tasting her sensitive soles, she unononcusly came. Her bare pussy coughed out a gush of discharge. The nipples on her A cup breasts leaked drops of milk as her toes spasmed much to the pleasure of the terror licking her feet. Soon she was limp. Astrid Hofferson was dead, and the terrible terrors continued to feast on her unmoving body

If we are allowed to suggest a pair to firght, I would love to see Clementine from Overlord go against the true form and abilities of Jack the Ripper from Fate/Grand Order.

>>16087 I'll definitely look into it but I haven't watched Grand Order yet