Mira Dentro

First time doing this. Did not put a lot of effort in it, just kept rambling (made it mainly for myself with no intention of sharing), but maybe someone will enjoy it. Might continue it sometime.

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"Ooh, this place looks fun!" said Maja excitedly. She was walking through a busy street with her best friend Moa. Maja was a tiny 14 year old girl with shoulder length red hair and a petite build. Her skin, most of which was showing since she was only wearing a slightly transparent thong leotard, was very pale and smooth. Moa, on the other hand, was incredibly tall, nearly two meters. She was two years older than Maja, had long, bright blonde hair, and was very slender. She wore a short red dress that gave glimpses of her hairless pussy whenever she took a step or a gust of wind hit her, but she showed no sign of noticing when it happened.

"It's a butcher's shop." said Moa in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, so?"

"People go in there to get killed for meat."

"I know, what's your point?"

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Urbosa's Lament (part 1)
tags: non-con, tentacle/F, amputation, crushing, all-the-way-through


Lady Urbosa, the Chief of the Gerudo and the Gerudo Champion of Hyrule, stood in front of the Control Terminal at the top of the Divine Beast Vah Naboris. The woman’s heart grew with excitement. Earlier that day, it finally happened: Calamity Ganon had returned. The massive, swirling tempest of dark energy had encompassed Hyrule castle - but Urbosa was just over herself thinking they were about to face him. The moment it happened, she and her fellow Champions made way towards their respective Divine Beasts - they would be the ones leading the fight against him while Link would move in against Ganon from the ground and just finish off whatever would remain after their attack. To make sure that’s how it would go, she was checking if everything was working properly with her Divine Beast. She was still a bit hesitant to trust the piece of ancient technology, but had to admit that piloting the giant machine was a pretty incredible feeling. To have it answer to her every whim, and to have such power at her disposal… Even if the woman was perfectly satisfied with her own strength - there wasn’t anyone who could match it in all of Hyrule - Urbosa still had to admit it felt really good.

However, on this day the Divine Beast seemed less willing to listen to her orders. Urbosa dismissed it as her just not being too focused on controlling it on that day, the excitement getting to her. If she gave it more thought, she might have prevented what was about to happen… For she already knew it was the day of Ganon’s return. Having been defeated by the Divine Beasts the last time, this time the evil spirit wanted to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. A vestige of his power has appeared within one of Vah Naboris’s rotating cylinders, hidden away from Urbosa’s sight - pouring it’s corruption and dark magic directly into its mechanisms. The unresponsiveness were the first signs that the corruption was reaching levels that were dangerous - but as no action was taken to stop it, it was able to continue.

The Gerudo lady only realized something was wrong as a powerful jerk shook the entire Divine Beast, one strong enough to make even her stumble for a while. The control terminal in front of her started pulsating a dark, maleficent red as black goo suddenly started to pour out of it. Tidbits of dark energy began to float through the air as the shaking continued, Vah Naboris turning off the course she had set out for her. What was going on? She recognized the dark magic as what she had seen enveloping Hyrule from a distance. How it was possible for his magic to reach here as well? Drawing the Scimitar of the Seven, the woman walked away from the control unit, and down the ramps that would take her to the Divine Beasts’s interior. To her surprise, there was much more of the black goo inside it - it was shooting out of every control terminal she could see, with huge pools of it all over the place. She lashed out at one of these with her scimitar, and watched as it evaporated away almost instantly. As people would later see more of it, the substance would be dubbed Malice. It was extremely poisonous - but even if Urbosa didn’t know that, her instincts were telling her not to get too close to it. She walked across the insides for a while, confirming that it was almost everywhere. It’d make sense that this was the reason for Vah Naboris’s current disobedience. But what caused it to appear? And how would she go about getting rid of it?

As Urbosa wondered about that, the answer materialized in the air in front of her. It was a pretty small machine, in a pretty humanoid shape - except it had no legs. On one arm it had a hook, made out of the same glowing material that the weapons of the Guardians were - and a similar shield was on his other arm. Later, the machine would be known as Thunderblight Ganon. Urbosa watched it cautiously, her hand on the handle of her weapon. And rightfully so, for the moment it was fully corporeal, it attacked her right away. Only with her quick reflexes was she able to pull it out in time, deflecting the high-tech hook and preventing it from sinking into her flesh. Sparks flew high in the air as her curved blade crashed against the blue edge, while Urbosa countered with a strike of her own. However, her unknown assailant was fast enough to catch her weapon onto his shield - the strength of her powerful blow resonating within her arm as the high-tech protector reflected much of her force right back at her. Her arm bounced off and away, leaving her open for an attack - which her foe took advantage of. However, Urbosa was able to pull out a shield of her own to protect herself - the Daybreaker saving the Champion’s life. As she struck her foe with it right in the middle of his attack, Thunderblight Ganon was thrown off-balance - leaving it right open for an attack. However, her arm was still pretty shaky because of her earlier attack. Having her own strength thrown in her face was unexpected, and the Gerudo lady knew she had to be more careful next time. Still, because of that, she was forced to let this opportunity go.

As the monstrous machine recovered from that, it immediately floated away from her at quite a high speed - fast enough that Urbosa was unable to chase it. She tried to, but the pools of Malice on the ground, and the beast’s interior shaking around as it moved together were enough to slow her down so that it got away from her. As if that wasn’t enough, the three big cylinders that made for the walls and ceiling of the main inner chamber sprung into motion, rotating around and causing the ground to start escaping from below Urbosa’s feet. The Gerudo was able to keep her balance even despite the pointy heels of her sandals, but it did cause her to become a bit less agile. The cylinders’ movement also spurred her into moving around, as the curved walls that would replace the ground below her feet were covered with Ganon’s poison. Despite that, she had no troubles keeping up with the monster as it attacked her again. For a while, she traded blows with it, neither of them able to get the advantage on the other. She was more cautious about attacking the monster now, not wanting to have her arm be less functional again. During the downtime between clashes, some quick stretching with the arm was able to result it to its proper state, but Urbosa wasn’t sure, if she could do that again - so she opted for more safety instead. Instead, she targeted the shield with more technical attacks instead of relying on her strength - and that proved far more successful. And once the damn thing finally broke, Urbosa was free to wail on its owner with no restraint - delivering a series of powerful cuts, slashes and stabs to the monster in quick succession.

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So I've been developing a Dolcett themed universe for a bit more than a decade now on and off. I recently sat down and got a bit more organized and got to some actual writing rather than just collecting notes. This is a hastily written first draft of chapter one of a long saga. It will follow multiple over arching story lines and characters. Though chapter one is very tame the story will be very brutal and gory. The basic premise is post apocalyptic. There's a wasteland filled with poor and sick and even a few people with various mutations. There is also a Utopian police state city covered in a dome that was initially designed to protect against radiation but as that's mostly a non-issue anymore it serves to keep out the wastelanders. A Dolcett style city (which will be renamed) on the outskirts of the wasteland secretly grows powerful and easily takes over the various wasteland factions, unifying the wasteland under their control and stripping all adult women of all rights. The two primary story arcs are mutants vs the dome (which fears them and wants to destroy them) and Dolcett vs various resistance pockets.

Here's chapter 1 (italic formatting didn't carry over. Edited and formatted versions can be found at dolcettish and dolcett girls forum)

Nancy Roe Chapter 1. (dehumanization, nc fingering)


Nancy Roe knew she’d probably be raped on this business trip but that was okay, right?

She was an attractive woman even for one in her mid 50s. She frequently told clients she was 41 and none would doubt her in the least. She was a good business woman as well. Very good. Never had to suck her bosses dick for a promotion. Not that she’d never had office sex with the occasional subordinate, she had needs the same as anyone else. But she was driven by two things: More power, more money, and if this meeting went as expected her company would reduce operating costs substantially with a much cheaper type of cattle.

Nancy was a very confident woman but was on edge today as she drove to her destination in her company car. She’d heard… rumors… about the place she was headed. A place well outside the safety of the dome, in the far reaches of the wastelands. She wasn’t sure she believed the rumors until her boss explained to her the type of identification photo she’d have to carry with her. Anything for the good of the company she had to remind herself.


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A couple of days ago I had the pleasure of dipping my dick in some sweet femboy boypussy.

Now then, I'm not a homo, I am attracted exclusively to girls, but if a dude grows his hair long and wears obviously androgynous clothes I can't help but think that he actually wants to be one. Therefore I believe it is my right, a right of every self respecting man to make them feel like one by the means of plunging our throbbing cocks dozen inches deep into their clean-shaven boyholes, teaching them a lesson in masculinity they will never forget~

Tbh I consider myself quite an athletic, handsome man in my mid 20's. I used to be a wimp, but ever since I've started hitting the gym twice to thrice a week several months ago I got significant gains. It did a whole lot for my self-confidence, whence once I've been what you might consider a beta male, nowadays I am nothing less than a chad, a dominant alpha who takes what he wants and doesn't ask for anyone's permission.

That's why I can't stand looking at the guys who can't assert themselves properly, like this little fag I've met outside train station that day….

Frankly speaking normally I don't pay attention to people that pass by me, most people are simply too ugly or average looking to warrant any significant reaction from me. I have my bros at the gym, my gf whom I love and I'd never cheat on her, my beloved god-fearing family and other people close to me that I care for and could literally die for. Everyone else is just an extra…

But this homoboi here was different. The moment I saw him sitting on that bench, a sheepish smile painted on his frog-like face,I felt something move in my guts, some deep rooted feeling of disgust and spite resurfaced from within me, screaming to be quenched and satisfied right there, right now…

Curly, well maintained shoulder length hair, so contrasting with his receded hairline. Puffy, child-like cheeks and large mouth with obvious hint of lipstick amateurishly smeared on it. Skin-tight blue ripped jeans that accented his wide, girl like hips, and pink t-shirt that was obviously not cut for hit board shoulders and narrow waistline. Was it one of these so called trannies, or just a raving homo? I had to learn I had to know. I felt like I -need- to push his boundaries, see how he reacts when I pinch the correct buttons…

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I plan on making a new Waifu Wasted thread so that I can repost all of the short stories with edited grammar, and formatting so that they better fit Gurochan, and plan to do the same with the first season of Waifu Wars. Hopfully I'll be able to delete the old threads as to avoid clutter. But now, a very short story about a very minor character

Junior Gladiators

The naked young boy shrieked in pain as the sword sliced its way through his firm stomach. He buckled to his knees, dropping his own short sword as he looked down in horrified fascination at the thick, pink loops of intestine slipping out of the bloody gash. Lora felt pity, as the child seemed no older than her own little brother, but she quickly clamped down on her emotions. With an experienced twirl of her muscular arms, she beheaded the lad in a single stroke. The head tumbled to the sand and rolled a few meters before coming to a stop. The headless body keeled over, fresh blood pumping forth from the stump of his neck.

Lora leaned over and picked up the head by its long, tangled hair. She looked her victim in the eyes, and silently prayed for forgiveness. The boy didn't respond, his eyes dulled in death and his mouth slack and open. She raised the head in the air as the audience roared in approval, bloodlust thick in the dust.

The staff came by and hurriedly removed the nude boy's corpse, sweeping fresh sand over the pool of blood left behind. Lora stumbled back to her bench and gulped from a water bottle offered by one of the staff. She stretched her arms and laid back as the announcer hyped up the next contestant. At the sound of the horns, she hopped back into the hot sand of the stadium.

Another lad, this time slightly older than the last. She took a guess that he was about 14 years of age. He crouched down and readied his sword. Lora stood still as the boy circled her, her eyes analyzing her opponent. He was muscular and tall, his blonde hair cut short. She sensed a freshness to him, a nervous newbie sent into the arena for the first time. She would make sure it would be his last.

The boy charged, youthful impatience overpowering his nerves. With a yell, he struck at Lora with a downward swipe. The gladiatrix sidestepped the clumsy attack, and counter-attacked, sinking her sword in between the ribcage of the blonde boy. He froze, his blue eyes wide. Lora savagely pushed the sword deeper, until the hilt bumped up against the boy's smooth skin. The blade punctured his left lung and plunged into his frantically beating heart. The young blonde could only open his mouth in a silent gasp, before crumpling to the sand, his eyes rolling up. Lora gripped the sword and wrenched it out of the still body. She wiped the blood off on the boy's loincloth and slipped it back into her scabbard.

Lora slumped into her chair and sighed. Over her career as a gladiatrix, she had killed about 200 people, mostly other women. But now, they had her going up against children. The face of the 12 year old boy haunted her. His brown eyes empty of life, his soft cheeks coated in his own blood and tears.

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Hey guys Vice here. So that's season 2! I'm personally pretty happy with how it turned out. I think Alice, and Lauren where nice additions, the match-ups where interesting, and that my writing has improved. I hope you keep reading my work, but for now I'm taking a short break. Look forward to season for Waifu Wars season 3 coming March 4th!

I have been writing more recently, and I wanted to make one thread for all of my stuff. I like affectionate and well endowed executioners, I like pullups, I like gentle flirting and snuggles, and mostly semi-con situations. So my stuff will have these things a good bit of the time.. Not always. I made a new thread because the Nobles stuff wasn't getting the creative juices flowing but I did have ideas. This will be assorted stuff, there will be some Nobles and Clones, but there will also be other setups, and one-shots. if you don't like one, you might like the next. If you like it, definitely let me know! :) the first couple posts will be my stuff from other threads.

For the last few years, Dina was getting ready for a century-long trip that would ensure she and her new husband would have a rich life on a planet far away.

The FCM Dilafin 3 was a long-distance ship powered by the gravity well produced by a singularity. Incapable of traveling faster-than-light (FTL), it would streak toward Dina’s new home while firing beacons which was used by the FTL system that spread out from the center of civilization.

By the time they reached their home, they would have a steady connection with the rest of civilization, a share of every ship using the beacons they laid out, and centuries of interest in their bank accounts. It would be a good life, a rich life. Perfect for the newlywed couple ready to start their new lives.

Except, the ship never made it. Pirates from another civilization hijack the ship on their way for their own adventures. With nothing else to do, they decide to use the thousands of people in stasis pods as a pleasant diversion to pass the time.

For Dina, her remaining time would decidedly be unpleasant. More so when they finish surgically altering her body to be the perfect receptacle for their other desires besides violent death and games of chance, a way of passing time as a victim of the pirate’s lust.

This was a patreon-requested story that has surgical alteration, aliens with barbed cocks, quite a bit of rape, and my fondness for massive cocks in tight holes.

I'll post as the chapters are made public.

Okay, so because of Character limits and Flood protections I can't post this story all on one go even though it's finished. I'll try and get it up as soon as I can, but my suspicion is that someone needs to reply between each of my posts so I don't trigger flooding.

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Mary Jane's Girlskin Lingerie Photoshoot
Tags: Spider-Man, Mary Jane Watson, Ava Ayala (White Tiger), Exhibitionism, F/F, Snuff, Consensual, Romantic, Objectification, Girl leather, Fingering, Oral, Fondling, Inter-racial, Girl turned into Lingerie

Mary Jane Watson was more than a little nervous as she got ready for her time before the camera. She'd been a successful model for years now, and she'd managed to avoid anything like this in her time in the industry. It wasn't just the nudity, though she'd avoided that too of course, it was this whole trend of girl-leather clothes! Of course, what had once been a fringe fad was now much more mainstream and Mary Jane could no longer afford to avoid it, at least, not if she wanted to keep working in the fashion industry. Jobs had been drying up recently and her agent had mentioned that this could put her back on the map with a fresh new daring image. Even without that though, the company had asked for her specifically and the pay was more than generous. An offer like this usually led to even more offers in the future, especially with a growing brand like Girlskin. Refusing an offer like this was never really in the cards.

Mary Jane glanced around the room to find her co-star for this shoot, Ava Ayala. Ava was stunning, a statuesque Latina beauty with a body so gorgeous that even MJ felt a little inadequate next to her. She wondered why Ava took this job. MJ was thinking about her future career, but that couldn't possibly be the case for Ava, not with what the shoot required of her.

Was the thought of what was going to happen to her enticement enough?


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So I wound up writing/starting a few /g/-related stories, might as well share them here. Any feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

General disclaimer: Everything depicted in any of this shit is completely made up, and any resemblance to other real or fictional characters or events is purely coincidental (unless noted otherwise). If you want to, feel free to imagine all characters as being of legal age in their jurisdiction.

So here we go (preemptive apologies if I mess up some formatting the first time around):

No Title [yuri, f-self, hanging, non-con]

With a creaking sound the winch activated, lifting Emily off the ground. The noose cutting into her neck caused the busty girl to start kicking almost immediately, her cries of pain, or for help, or mercy, cut off into ragged gasps.

The winch locked in and Emily came to a halt, her crotch right in front of Laura's face. Following an impulse, the redhead moved without even thinking, leaning forward to start licking the squirming girl's pussy. She was visibly wet, and tasted sweet yet a little salty.

Seeing as Emily didn't have much more time, Laura quickly moved on from her labia and focused on the clit exclusively, licking and sucking it. As soon as Emily understood, she tried to keep her gyrating down to a minimum, and the blonde's thighs wrapped around Laura's head, all but pressing the redhead's face into her crotch.

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John Trimbell woke up with a start in his living room. He had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for his wife, Judy, to get home. She was out fucking her boyfriend while he waited at home. He loved licking her cum filled pussy when she got back. He didn't mind her having a lover, especially since he had started fucking his eleven year old daughter, Trish, with his wife's approval at that. Of course they were no strangers to incest, being brother and sister as well as husband and wife. His daughter, who had just turned eleven when he started fucking her, had just begun to show with his child, and she was hornier than ever. He smiled thinking of her having his baby, maybe it would be a little girl he could fuck as well. He was jolted out of his reverie by the sound of the door opening; his wife's car must have been what woke him up.
"Hi honey, how was your date?" he asked as she came in and kissed him on the lips.
"Lie down and I'll let you taste for yourself," came the reply, with a smile.
"He quickly lay down on the couch and she straddled his face, hiking her dress up and pulling down her panties before sitting on it.
"I wore those just to keep it in for you, I know you like licking his cum out of me. You should try it right from the source sometime."
His cock, which had been spent earlier from a session fucking his pregnant daughter sprang back to life.
"Hmmm, I'll have to do something about that," smiled his wife as she spotted his erection.
"Maybe you could sit on it after my face?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"You might try to cum inside me, and I'm trying to have my boyfriends baby."
His cock got even harder at the thought of her cuckolding him and getting pregnant. He really liked the thought and it had inspired some fantastic lovemaking sessions with the married siblings.
"I can see how you love that thought," she purred as she started to stroke his silky yet rock hard erection.

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This thread will be where all of my stories will be posted.

The first one for this thread will be done in a few hours or in the morning, but I wanted to go ahead and start the thread due to how long it takes new threads to appear.

Hello all. I felt inspired by the recent Network test for SC6 and wanted to finally create and share something. I hope you enjoy it!


Narrator: The winner is the last man standing…

Sophitia had backed Kilik into a corner, having knocked Kali-Yuga from his hands and approaching with sword and shield drawn. She must have Soul Edge, no matter what it takes. But Kilik too, must destroy Soul Edge—no matter what it takes. Reluctantly, he tears the protective talisman from his chest. He had been warned by Edge Master to never remove the bracelet as it was the only thing preventing Kilik from being consumed by Soul Edge’s corruption. However, he was confident that he could control the power and use it destroy the cursed blade and free himself from the curse.

Kilik was wrong.

Immediately, the cursed swords power overtook him. In a violent explosion of dark energy, Sophitia is thrown back and separated from her weapons. She slams against a wall, and then slides to the ground. When she recovers, she looks up to see her opponent covered in red markings and his hair flailing violently. She quickly scampers towards her weapons, but she is intercepted by her imposing opponent. Kilik violently snatches her by the neck and lifts her up, gazing psychotically into her frightened eyes. A mass of dark energy accumulates in his free hand, and at its apex he slams it into Sophitia’s core. Her body wanted to fly back from the force, but Kilik’s grip was too strong and instead the energy disperses all over her body. She screams out in pain as the corruption of Soul Edge reaches inside of her, and as the energy shreds her clothing to tatters. She is left completely exposed by the attack, with her generously sized breasts shaking violently from the attack. Her mind is overwhelmed with pain, and at a loss for control over her body. She is completely exposed and completely vulnerable.

With his opponent crippled, Kilik shoves her to the ground hard enough to crack the earth beneath her, and in an instant he mounts the woman. Sophitia now finds herself staring at the corrupted man’s member, itself clearly having been engorged beyond normal means by the blade. She had been with men before of course, and the throbbing phallus she now was corned by was at least twice the size of any of those men. She knew what was coming and tried to brace herself for the pain and humiliation she was too experience. Alas, when Kilik pressed down on her arms and thrusted himself inside her just as he roughly as he had thrusted his staff, she screams in agony as her vaginal walls were torn asunder. She could not believe that his cock had even fit, but now it filled her cavity completely and fully. Obviously, she had not been anticipating any entry into that place so the pain of his size was made worse by her own dryness. He seemed unaffected though, as he violently pounded the head of his cock against her sensitive cervix. She could feel it, or maybe just the evil inside it, pulsing as it tore and broke her internal walls.


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