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    Basically just editing, and posting all the old Waifu Wars stuff here
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    A little celebration of pokemon sword and shield
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    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
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    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.
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    >>16087 I'll definitely look into it but I haven't watched Grand Order yet
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    This story is a collaborative effort between PogueMahone and myself. If you like it, you might enjoy some of our other work, which can be found here:



    http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JestInPieces

    http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin



    You'll probably need to adjust your filters (in the top left corner) to make sure you can see all the stories.



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    Checking in for the season: this story is still my nut fuel. I do hope y'all are still working on stories, either on HF or somewhere else (do tell if you do lol)
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    We are; in fact, we are currently working on the next chapter to this story. However, PogueMahone is on vacation at the moment and I will be too in a few weeks, so unfortunately I expect the next installment won't be finished until late November or early December.
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    Apparently chapter 5 was released during gurochan's downtime, so here it is for the sake of continuity. For those who follow us on hentai-foundry and have already read it, the new chapter 6 is down below.

    Chapter 5: Mall to themselves

    The two girls walked through the city streets hand in hand, occasionally commenting on a zombie they passed. When they were within a couple of blocks, Clara looked up at the sky.

    “Looks like it’s around noon,” she said. “Seems like a waste to spend the rest of the day sitting in the apartment. Is there anything you’d like to do before we head back?”

    “Hm, good question. It’s not like we can go catch a movie or anything anymore. I don’t know, I guess we could go window shopping?”

    “Ooh, good, idea. If I’m not mistaken, I think there’s a mall around here somewhere. Let’s see, I think it was…”

    She turned around a few times, trying to orient herself.

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    Chapter 6: Having a ball

    Clara and Janet walked past a series of deserted store fronts before climbing another broken escalator. The scenery was much the same as on the lower two levels: broken glass, smashed furniture and the odd mauled body as far as the eye could see. While Clara looked around, scanning the signs for anything interesting, Janet walked over to a fallen bookcase that had been pushed through the window of a bookstore. Careful not to step on any of the scattered shards of glass, she picked up one of the books. The book was called ‘No pun intended – Volume tree’, and the cover featured a squid saying ‘Are you squidding me right now’ and a seal saying ‘That’s the sealiest thing I’ve ever heard!’

    “Hey, look what I found,” said Janet.

    Clara walked over to her and read the cover.

    “Seriously?” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Oh well, I guess a little entertainment as we walk around this place can’t hurt. Alright, hit me.”

    Janet turned to a random page as they continued on.

    “What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?”

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    Downtime



    The young soldier grips her rifle, heart pounding in terror. The cries and moans of the wounded and dying are drowned out by the thunder and crack of gunfire and artillery. The CO walks along the trench, shouting. The girl doesn't hear the exact words, but knows that it will lead to her death. She hears a sudden silence, a break in the fighting.



    Then the whistle pierces the air, commanding her to leave the safety of her trench, to expose her young body to the enemy. Despite her immense fear, she feels her body reacting on autopilot, pulling herself up top then breaking into a sprint alongside her brothers and sisters. The enemy opens fire, cutting them down. The girl winces at the crack-crack-crack of supersonic rifle rounds flinging past her, but her run never ceases. She yells, a battle cry for her country.



    Something rocks the world, turning it upside down. The girl is left weightless and the ground leaves her. She glimpses (in brief flashes) the yellow-red ground, the bright blue sky, and a blossoming flower of dust and fire. Then gravity catches up to her, bringing her down. She sees the ground rushing up to meet her and then nothing.

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    I was expecting rape, then oh dear, the feels. All aboard the feel train!!
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    The Foxhole: Part 1

    It was about 0900 with the sun just beginning to break up the heavy grey cloud cover that had been rolling overhead during the night. Private First Class Patricia Reinhart is talking to her best friend, PFC Emily Barnes about the care package and letters they had gotten from relatives back home. This is their first deployment after basic training, and the two girls are as fresh as fresh could be.

    Patricia was 18, the daughter of an upper class merchant family from the capital. Blonde haired and blue eyed, she had the delicate facial features of a porcelain doll with long, slender legs and arms. The other recruits in boot camp called her "Princess" for her fair looks and demure personality, which embarrassed her mightily (although that reaction only caused her nickname to stick even harder).

    Emily was a year younger, having lied to the recruiter about her age. She was the polar opposite of Patricia. Where Patricia was tall and graceful, Emily was short and stocky. Her hair was a curly brunette mess, her skin was tanned from years of working in the fields, and her eyes were a sharp emerald green. The daughter of a poor sharecropper family, she had run away to join the Army in search of a better life. She was rough around the edges, had a dirty sense of humor, and a no nonsense way of talking.

    Despite the massive differences in their personality and upbringing, the two girls had gravitated towards each other from the first week at boot. Despite the differences they had things in common. Both had joined up to escape a strict, preordained path in life, and both respected each other's grit. The pair had quickly become sisters in arms, confidants, and simply close friends.

    Patricia munched sedately on a biscuit from her breakfast ration pack as Emily wrote a letter with all the intensity of a physician operating on a patient. The blonde smiled at the sight, then shifted her attention to the tool they were tasked with operating. Ensconced in a foxhole, the two young soldiers were in charge of an Imperial Arsenal Model 1918 machine gun, a "light" recoil operated, air cooled automatic weapon that weighed about 11 lbs. Patricia grimaced as she remembered the countless failures and malfunctions she had experienced on the cursed thing back in boot camp. If the machine gun failed, the two girls had two ancient single action revolvers that had been converted from black powder about a decade before they had been born. There were six shots available before needing to laboriously push the empty casings out one by one, and shoving fresh rounds in, manually indexing the cylinder each time. It would be quicker to use their shovels as weapons than to reload, she often grumbled.

    So lost in reverie was she that faint whistle almost escaped her attention. The whistle sounded again, louder this time. Patricia perked up and scrambled over to the machine gun, all drowsiness forgotten. Emily was right beside her, dragging a case of ammunition belts. Patricia unlatched the feed cover, opened it up, grabbed the proffered belt from Emily and stuffed it into the feed tray. She slammed the top cover down and yanked the charging handle back. Their ears picked up the unmistakable sound of gunfire further down the line, and soon they saw enemy soldiers running towards their position. Patricia squeezed down on the trigger, and the gun burst into action. It ripped into the charging group, cutting them down in large swathes. Patricia kept the trigger down, sweeping the land in front of her position with lead, her world vibrating as the gun recoiled, the awful din reverberating in her ears. There was a click and Patricia finally let go of the trigger.

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    The Foxhole: Part 2

    The assault lasted for most of the day and into the evening.

    Wave after wave of the enemy had rushed headlong into the Imperial machine gun nests and trenches, their sprawling corpses piling up in the wet earth of the battlefield. Patricia and Emily had repelled by their estimate at least 150 soldiers, and were halfway through their last 200 round belt.

    The shadows grew long as the sun set, and Patricia wondered when they would get resupplied. After hours of combat, the girls were exhausted and their nerves frayed. Emily had taken one of the "go pills" they had been issued with at midday, and now she was beginning to crash hard from the high. Patrica had to gently shake her every time Emily's head nodded forward. Patricia let her mind begin to wander. She looked at the bodies scattered in front of her and felt a wave of nausea. She had snuffed out hundreds of lives, and the girl felt the gravity of that begin to settle over her. Patricia looked down at her pale, slender fingers and shivered. The hands that had once elegantly embroidered fancy dresses and gracefully played the piano were covered in blood.

    Lost in thought, the teenager didn't notice the dark forms slowly crawl past the bushes surrounding the foxhole. Nor did she notice them slowly pad behind her and Emily. It was only when rough, gloved hands clamped over her mouth did she snap back to reality.

    By then, her fate was sealed. Her blue eyes shot wide open as her hands clawed at the muscular arms restraining her. She saw the cold gleam of a knife and felt raw terror flood her heart. Animal instincts took over. She thrashed furiously, but the arms were far too strong to slip out of. The knife struck, slamming into her breast and penetrating between her upper ribcage, the tip of the blade slicing open her aortic arch.


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    Joanna giggled as we walked through my front door. My parents had left an hour ago for the night on a trip, and I had pounced on the opportunity. Joanna had agreed to my proposal immediately, and got a ride over under the pretense of a school project. I smiled devilishly at her as I pulled her into my room and closed the door.



    She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I ran my hands down my back to her ass. I gave her ass a squeeze as I kissed her, then pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and I marvelled at her beauty. She had soft brown hair, firm perky tits and a beautiful ass. I pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. She pulled me onto her and I kissed her, fondling her breasts.



    She got up and crawled towards me, pulling down my pants to reveal my hard cock. She twirled her tongue around the tip, then put it in her mouth. She blew me hard, taking only occasional breaks for air. She looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, making me even more aroused. I moaned softly as I felt the cum welling up inside me and I grabbed her head, pulling her onto my dick. She didn't even flinch as I came into her throat, closing her eyes and swallowing. I let go, and she looked up at me. "Your cum tastes so good, daddy," she said, and I pushed her over, pulling off her sweatpants. Her panties were already wet, and I rubbed her clit through them, then pulled them down around her ankles and fingered her. She rubbed her clit while I stroked her g-spot, and her pussy started making wet noises as she moaned. After a while, I felt her pussy clench, and she squirted on my hand, soaking the sheets in her cum.



    She moaned loudly, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and they dripped her juices on the bed. I stood up beside the bed and she followed suit, dripping cum onto the floor. I bent her over the bed and slowly plunged my dick into her wet pussy. "Yes daddy," she moaned, 'Fuck my horny pussy." She pushed back into me as I started thrusting into her. She moaned as I pounded her from behind, and I grabbed her hair and fucked her harder. She was twitching on my dick. "Choke me daddy," she moaned, and I grabbed her throat with both hands and squeezed. Her pussy started sloshing as she got wetter and wetter.

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    Just a short story I wanted to share. My first story! Criticism welcome
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    Damn, this is hot!
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    I wrote a gore story, thought people here would like it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18389672

    (As usual, commissions open, email me at whydoihavethiskink at yahoo dot com, yada yada yada :D )
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    Don't post links faggot.
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    I've been trying to find an old story that I hope wasn't lost. In it, a woman ended up on an alien world where she accidently runs into something like a small xenomorph. She ends up pissong herself and the alien finds her. It then slowly ends up ripping out her entire pussy, womb, and ovaries and eating them before letting her go. The story ends with her being content with what happenes to her.

    Does anyone remember this story?
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    I've been trying to find an old story that I hope wasn't lost. In it, a woman ended up on an alien world where she accidently runs into something like a small xenomorph. She ends up pissong herself and the alien finds her. It then slowly ends up ripping out her entire pussy, womb, and ovaries and eating them before letting her go. The story ends with her being content with what happenes to her.

    Does anyone remember this story?
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    The Dear
    RuneSmith
    December 1998
    It had been a long time since I last ate human meat. My friend, Joe, would hunt and kill kids and then eat them. But he didn't like eating them alone, and so he'd invite me over for dinner, with someone else on the menu. It really didn't matter that I was eating children. What I didn't like was killing them, so I left that up to Joe.
    When the authorities finally caught up with Joe the kid eater, they broke into his farmhouse and found Joe skinning an eight-year-old female. She'd been swiped from a local play park. .
    Police found the girl's head sitting in a bowl, her sweet brown eyes staring at nothing. Her organs had been put into a small tub, wrapped up in several layers of plastic bags. Her heart and liver were already fixed and chopped and found frozen in the freezer.
    He probably would have gotten away with her murder, but someone had seen him snatch the little girl from the street and whisk her away. He was put away with no parole and finally done in with the electric chair. I followed the trial. He never said he was sorry. He never regretted his actions, even admitting that she was maybe, as far as he could remember, the fiftieth child he had eaten.
    Over a period of ten years I had helped him eat most of those fifty children. They were good, boys and girls. Some were white, black, Asian, and some were Mexicans. All were sweetly delicious. Each time I sat down to eat with him, he would tell me the haunting details of their capture, gleefully retelling how frightened the little animals were as if they were running from a giant lion. He was a good cannibal right to the last.
    Now this is my story. I wasn't hunting any children, but I shot one anyway. My ranch is forty acres and I was out back with my hunting rifle boning up on target practice, getting ready for deer season. But it wasn't deer season. Not yet. But I thought I saw a deer. Yes, I would be poaching on my own land, but gee whiz the thought of fresh venison ran through my mind. I would have fresh meat tonight.
    I saw the animal scampering through the woods. I took aim and shot it and it fell from sight. I ran over to the deer and stopped, shock registering on my face. Looking down on the ground lay not a deer or your usual other meat animal. It wasn't even a dog, or a bad dream. There before me lay the crumpled body of a young girl. She was dead and bleeding. I had shot her right in the head and the bullet exited the opposite side in a terrible reddish gob of brains scattered about.
    Afraid, I squatted down and waited for someone to approach. Yet several minutes went by and I could not hear or see anyone else. Why this girl was where she was, will always be a mystery to me. But there she was. Dead.
    I picked her up and carried her back to my truck and laid her on its cold, hard bed. She would not care about a bumpy ride. When I got back to my ranch I pulled the body from the truck and carried it into the kitchen, placing it on the dining table. Blood leaked out of her broken head. Then I thought, well had this been a deer I would have taken it to the barn and butchered it. I remembered that once I was a cannibal regular at the dining table.
    It took it back out to the barn and found the hooks to hang it up and let it bleed out. After she was hanging upside down I realized that her clothes would have to come off. No deer would be wearing clothes. I cut off her clothes and put them into a box. There she hung, arms dangling downward, turning blue.

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    Snuff Olympics – Spears for all the ladies

    “LAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! A round of applause for our next athlete – hailing from Russia and standing tall at 2.1 meters – Ivan, professional cunt killer and snuffmeister at our emperor’s pleasure palace! His dedication for keeping the women population under control is well known throughout the empire, with over one thousand women snuffed. Just the sight of him makes most cunts wet themselves, both in fear and anticipation. “ the commentator yelled at the mic, introducing the mountain that was Ivan.

    The arena had over one hundred thousand spectators, most of which were male, over 60% of the region’s male population. The snuff Olympics happened once a year and was a real show of male aptitude, with diverse challenges centered around culling excess women. Of course, for such occasions and shows, only the most beautiful and attractive were chosen, so the impact of their demise would be felt even by the most ruthless of men out there.

    “Behold – the targets!” the commentator yelled, as a trapdoor in the arena floor opened and a platform with six gorgeous young women aligned in front of each other. Each has her hands and feet tied to two poles, keeping their bodies suspended in an X. They’re all about the same height and aligned so that their heads are at about the same height.

    “You’ve seen them on magazine covers, fashion shows and maybe even in some movies – they’re among the most beautiful the empire has to offer! From front to back, we have Brittany, Alexis, Lindsey, Caprice, Kiara and Ivan’s personal sex toy – Natasha. We’ll see if he has the strength and precision to kill them all with one spear! Let’s see what spear he’ll chose while the girls are getting their last orgasms!” the commentator's voice filled the arena as the naked girls had their vibrator cunt plugs started.
    Their moans are captured by tiny microphones embedded in the poles and broadcast across the stadium to create blood thirst among the male participants. Their short screams will also be heard by every spectator, while a multitude of ultra-high definition high speed camera broadcast their last moments across humongous screens nationwide.

    “Will he take away their beautiful faces with the thrust of a spear or will he break their hearts? Let’s find out!”


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    Bump. I assume this is 47's story?
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    This is pretty great tbh
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    Yeah, I wrote it a while back. I might write another titled 'Practice Makes Perfect', but time is a luxury these days for me. I usually do my stories in one sitting 8-10 hours.
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    Yeah, I wrote it. I might write another these days, titled "Practice Makes Perfect" - but time is a luxury for me these days. I usually do my stories in one sitting of 8-10 hours.
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    PLEASE NOTE:
    This short story is three interweaving stories from different time periods. When I was originally writing this story I used italics and bolding to separate visually the stories. Cuz I can't do it on here I've just put a 1, a 2, and a 3 in front of each section. The number correlates with when chronologically the portion happens.


    The prince was by no means charming. Centuries of inbreeding led to mangled teeth, a distorted face, and abnormally large genitals. He had no authority to even be preparing to lead such a proud country, and yet an immense inheritance meant it only fitting that when poor little Rebecca was asked to be his wife, her father sold her over without second thought.
    Rebecca was a sweet girl. Petite, naive, pretty. Silky brown hair that she often kept in two thin pigtails, much to her caretakers’ chagrin. Pale skin and rosy cheeks meant she was the prince’s number one choice in women, and her stout but fitting form– a large ass and flat breasts that betrayed youngness– only excited him more.
    She was grown now, somewhat. No longer the 18 year old little girl who was dragged away from a life she never knew to hate. Two years had passed– and the hateful prince was growing more and more impatient. He needed an heir as soon as possible, and he’d be the first in his family not to fuck a sister to get it.
    Well, they were cousins, but it wasn’t quite so bad.

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    Rebecca was scared, shaking in her little room. Despite the country’s funds and the lavishness of the castle, the new princess was only rewarded a small room, some mere steps away from the castle dungeon. The prisoners were loud and frightening, and despite all common sense, Rebecca often feared the castle guards would let an inmate out simply to have his way with her.
    Now, as she shuddered and wept on her small cot, missing home and a life she once loved, her dear caretaker stroked her luscious hair. She, so far, appeared to be the only person in the castle who had any care for the poor girl. She, too, was young and pretty. Small with long blonde hair, she was only a teenager like the princess, just a year older. Her name was Samantha, and on this fearful night, she sang gentle poetry until the young girl fell slowly to sleep.


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    The day she was cut in half

    The warehouse was pretty dark. None of the lights were on, only the dusty, cobwebbed skylights let in the reflected shine of the city, from low hanging, looming clouds. Like a dirty yellow blanket.



    It was enough light for a young woman to tiptoe her way through the aisles, between racks and stacks of palettes, almost up to the ceiling.



    She was alone. There would have been no need to tiptoe, but any sound echoed eerily in the large building and the reason she was here in the first place, at night and without light, brought with it a certain amount of healthy paranoia.



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    We all went me to do it irl? Steaming video shit that be great
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    Bump to save from faggot spammer
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    Black raven more please hihi
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    >>14669
    Doing 3D illustrations is pretty easy, the problem is more with the fact that there is nothing much to illustrate in this story, it is pretty surprising that you managed to make it that big ;)
    If you can describe what king of pictures you want for illustrations I may do some.

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    As the craziest gurochan user you deserve some more attention LOL You could be a a star in my torture festival series. Would you like to to a "magic' trick with a twist. ;) or do you have some interesting way or context to get split in half?
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    Ooooooo, a star, I would love to…. please slice me in half….
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    Little bit I wrote for a gifted art piece.

    Furry(see image), Sex, Torture, Skinning, Gutting, Dismemberment, snuff, pred/prey… get your bingo cards ready!

    I've done /short/ stories for pieces in the past, but this was the first true short story I've done for a piece. Depending on feed back I might do more.

    Enjoy!

    Chatin slipped her dress on getting ready for her date tonight, and tonight being Valentine’s Day. She had met a feline several months back and what had started out as a simple friendship had evolved into that much more. Although they were both a predator and a female it mattered little to her, and had long since ignored warnings from others on their relationship. What fears she had long since disappeared once their relationship became intimate.

    For the night she had opted for a dress that was fancier than her normal attire, being lined with lace around the edges and across the shoulders. The dress covered her torso entirely down to her thighs, but left her back completely exposed down to her tail. With the fabric hugging her form it left enough visible to be attractive while hiding enough to make one wonder. She had worn nothing passed the dress assuming in advance that it wouldn’t be staying on her for too long anyway.

    En lieu of a restaurant for the evening Aisha had opted that she come to their house for dinner, as she apparently had something special in mind. However, dinner wasn’t at the front of her thoughts currently, and it made her twitch thinking about the feline. Every time they had grown intimate, she was always left hanging and forced to solve the problem later. She was hoping tonight would be different after finally being invited to the cat’s home and on Valentine’s to boot.

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    Apologies for the spam?

    I got an error message twice trying to submit, so I tried again and apparently each time it did post it… despite checking lit and not seeing it o.O
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    Disclaimer: All characters are 18+, any resemblance to real characters or events is purely coincidental. English is not my mother tongue so any criticism or advice is greatly appreciated.

    Schoolgirl Skullfuck
    =(M/F, nc, rape, brain fuck)=


    Muffled screams echoed within Mr Nwabudike's office, accompanied by a series of rhythmic grunts, heart-wrenching sobs and squeaks of the rusty springs inside an old mattress.



    Katie, a pretty little blonde from a conservative family, squirmed between Mr Nwabudike's muscular bulk and the semen-stained mattress - her white blouse wide open, her pleated skirt rolled up on her waist, and her white-and-blue striped panties forcefully stuffed into her mouth as an impromptu gag. Tears rolled down her face as he brutally took her precious virginity without an ounce of love, her tiny body bucked in pure agony when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled himself deeper into her tight love canal.



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    I like it, short and to the point. I might steal a couple of phrases for my own story :)

    Looking forward to more!
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    I like it, there's always room for more schoolgirl stories here.
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    Hi, this is my first story and my first post after Gurochan fell down. It isn't too guro but it tells about a event envolving sex and horror. Also I don't where published. I hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so sorry for gramatical errors.

    First Part

    Some days before spring, the winds of winter were blowing their lastest breathes. The sky was clearing from dark clouds. A time ago, winds were getting more stronger. How was it? Twenty? Thirty miles per hour? Nobody cares. But I will tell you about a little and peacefull village on the flat fields, because there was happening something strange and horrible…

    All started at an afternoon, a eight years old girl was walking alone from a distant school back to home. It was cloudy and dark. Everybody was a home for bad weither. Then, the wind started to blow with more and more strenght. Everybody heard a scream from outside. Nobody was on the street. No were signs. No were traces. They just founded a little yellow dress, ripped and stucked on a tree.

    "What was it?" somebody asked.

    "It seemed like a child screaming" said another one

    The horror started…

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    Warning, Vice Dark Lord does not condemn violance towards women, or anyone for that matter. Just like, don't be an asshole
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    Damn, nice choices we have here. I vote for Ahri to die.
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    Funny how Death Battle announces a fight using Captain Marvel the day after Captain Marvel Vs Starfire went up. It's almost like those rookies are trying to ride off of the success of this far more successful Vs debating series😑
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    Ahri to die for the following reasons:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_w2NgXv9Os
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    Lauren-Abandoned in the icy wilderness by her family as a baby, the young vastaya Ahri had it rough from the very start

    Alice-But instead of sitting around crying about it, she found a pack of fucking wolves, and was like “yo bitch I'm one of you”

    Lauren-Naturally, being a rather small woman, Ahri lacked the physical means to keep up with her fully K9 companions, so she tapped into her latent magical abilities to compensate. Not only did this grant her superhuman agility, it allowed her to create dangerous orbs of magic energy, produce foxfire, manipulate feelings, and absorb both the life force, and memories of her prey.

    Alice-So Ahri spent a good chunk of her life doing wolf shit, killing wild animals, pissing on trees, howling at the moon, all good stuff. This all changed when she first met humans. She found them pretty strange, but was particularly fascinated by a hunter dude, who like her wolf hoes used every part of his kill

    Lauren-After the man was fatally wounded she absorbed his memories, falling in love with his life

    Alice-Basically high of this man's memories, Ahri left the wilderness to find more of this new prey

    Lauren-Age around 18, height 5'4, weight 145 lbs, cup size estimated C, Ahri spent years absorbing the lives1 of unfortunate humans, manipulating their emotions the whole time. Yet eventually she began finding stories of a fox demon with in the memories, and remorse soon followed.

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    Lauren-The forest is a seemingly magical place. Hidden away from civilization, if you decide to wander through these patches of nature, you may find something wonderful

    Alice-Something like the Enchantress

    Lauren-age unknown, height unknown, weight unknown, cup size C, Enchantress may seem like a fragile forest sprite, but she is a force to be reckoned with

    Alice-Well I'd say! If a centaur charged at me with a mother fucking spear, I'd be pretty damn scared no matter how hot she is!

    Lauren-*adjusts glasses medagamely* her spear my be indimadating, but Enchantresses true strength lies in her abilities

    Alice-Like Untouchable, a passive ability that slows the attack speed of any who harm her

    Lauren-Her most notable ability however may be Enchant. This spell allows her to not only slow powerful opponents, but temporarily bend weaker minded foes to her will

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