Anyone here care to write a story about Ash doing his mom and interrupted by murderous pokemons or Team Rocket?

Lizzy had moved to the back of the bus ten minutes ago, her class was small and hardly anyone sat in the back. The back two rows of seats were completely empty with only one girl sitting in the third row from the back. Its not that Lizzy wanted to be all the way back there, she was a friendly social girl who loved to be in the group. Alas the long bus ride had her stomach doing loop the loops and she started to feel sick. It wasn't too bad...until she started farting. The first few slipping out of hee silently without much of a stink...the next two however crackled and popped as they escaped her rear end.

She had clenched her cheeks, but another final one squeaked out of her, this one carrying a foul stink that had her whole class looking for the one who 'dealt' it. Lucky for her no one pegged her, and a little later she snuck off to the back of the bus, the building pressure in her gut getting more and more painful as she kept holding in her gas. Once she was safely in the back of the bus she peered over the seat to make certain no one was nearby, or paying attention to her. Luckily the rest of her class already began laughing and joking about other things. With a relieved sigh she scooched over too the window, and let loose a gnarly fart that rumbled her little cheeks as it sprayed foul hot air into her panties

The little girl sighed as she felt like a balloon being deflated, the large fart relieving a huge amount of pressure off of her tummy. The foul stink that followed didn't help her though, a hot nasty smell that assaulted even her own nose.

"Bleh..." Lizzy whined as she cracked a window. Her stomach grumbling as she did so. Her own smelly toot left her even more nauseated. Her insides begining to squirm and writhe as thr bus moved along an uneven, winding road. Lizzy shook her head and exhaled, feeling a different kind of pressure building up in her tummy. She took a few deep breaths, that disturbing tickling sensation coming up in her throat. She felt like she wanted to burp, but knew if she did she would just upchuck all over herself, so she simply tried to ignore thenbuilding pressure and focus on steadying herself.

"I'm not gonna...throw up...I'm not...gonna throw up. I'm not gonna throw up!" She chanted to herself, hoping as always, a possitive attitude would get her through this. Then with no warning came another fart, bubling and popping. Lizzy gasped and jumped up, clenching her cheeks as something hot had slipped out of her and was now mashed between her butcheeks. A soft bit of light brown poop had forced its way out of her and with her insides squirming she had lost track of what sensations were the most pressing. One thing was clear: Something was about to come out of her...one end or the the other. Lizzy whined quietly and grabbed her bookbag, being careful how she moved, fearful of staining her painties or freeing more mess from her rectum. She reached in and grabbed the only container she had, a tupperware with her lunch.

She pondered for a moment what she was going to do with the sandwich and snacks it contained, until a deep pressure caught her unaware, cramping her abdomen and causing her butt to bow out. She didn't have any time left, her hole opened up and began spewing forth mess despite any effort to clench her sphincter. The soft light brown mess smeared between the crack of her ass, pinched between her prepubescent buttcheeks. Acting quickly she grabbed her skirt and panties and yanked them down just emough to free her butt. She threw the opem tupperware on the seat, just under an already dangling, mashed and garled turd. Without her even easing up, the shit began to flow. A smooth stream of light brown poop that stank to all hell. A couple of small popping farts ripped out of her hole until she had filled the tupperware up nearly to the brim with shit. She looked back, the crack of her ass was filthy, and her lunch was burried under a pile of her own shit.

Lizzy groaned...she didn't have anything to eat later. She snatched uo the tupperware and put the lid on before any of the other students thought the stink was any more tham another fart. Lizzy had no choice but to pull her panties up and sit back down, feeling the poop that didn't make it into the tupperware squish between her cheeks. She held her ruined lunch in hee lap, it was intensely warm from her fresh dump of feces. The thiught disgusted her and her expression began to sour. The tickle in her groat came back, more intense than ever, and she begsn to feel her stomach jump and lurch. She gagged, but qhickly swallowed and tried to fight back the intense nausea, with little sucess. She gagged, again, this time gurgling. Some bile and half digested food coming up.

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Sorry I posted the wrong version. Mods please delete the other one.

Let me know if you like this story. It starts out pretty standard but gets pretty fucked up in part two. I have a story arc of Sal the gangters origins, and how he got his taste for cruelty, and eating people. I also have a lot of ideas on how sal and the chef expand their empire to become the first Michelin started cannibal restaurant.

Usual disclaimer this is just a weird fantasy in my head, I in no way condone any of the activities in this story.

Part one "one of the boys"

Frank Sardone was a all American success story. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in NJ he had self made himself into a successful business man. He studied haute cuisine in Paris on a full ride scholarship, and now owned a large restaurant that had become a institution over the past 20 years. He drove a big Cadillac escalade, and had a huge house. He had a beautiful family with 7 kids, and a gorgeous wife, who kept her figure even after being pregnant for almost a decade straight. They were expecting their 8th in about 2-3 weeks now. His wife was very pregnant, but this was routine for her.

Frank only really had one problem, and that was himself, and his bad habits. In his old neighborhood almost all his friends went into a life of crime, those that weren’t dead or in jail, had risen to chief mobsters. He still hung out with them all the time. Most nights he would go down to Sal’s Gentle Men’s club, after closing the shop. It was a one stop shop for any depravity you had.

Out front they had a strip club, staffed with mostly 16-17 year old run away girls. For $200 you could fuck them, and for a few more bucks you could do whatever else you wanted to them. In the back there was a huge private area, much bigger then the front strip club. You needed to get past a row of goons to get in, but once inside you were in another country. Basically anything went back here, they had a full Casino, huge lounge area for sports betting, drugs were openly consumed, and traded in huge quantities.

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Five Gold Coins

(m/f, non-con, snuff, necrophilia)

Strolling down the forest lane, Osgood found himself absently humming a happy tune. It was uncharacteristic for him to appear so jolly but he couldn’t help himself--the day was simply perfect. A light breeze shook the leaves of the trees overhead, spaced far enough apart to let occasional beams of sunlight warm the path. He didn’t even mind not having a horse--his belongings were few and, to seem unassuming, he dressed in a simple brown robe. His pace was leisurely and he would easily arrive at the next town before sundown. More carefree days were likely to follow.

Money was the least of his concerns. He and a few friends, some might call them “mercenaries” although he preferred “business associates”, had just concluded one hell of a “business deal”. A nearby city had put forward a king’s ransom in gold for the eradication of a dragon that had been terrorizing their countryside. The dragon had turned out to be a whelp of a thing but he and his group had no compunctions about accepting the full reward. He might see them again in the future but they had all parted ways to seek out their respective ways of enjoying their fortune.

All of which lead Osgood to his current happy mood. Blissful, but inattentive. He was therefore more surprised than normal when a voice shouted at him from further down the lane:

“Hands up, traveller!”

Snapping to attention, Osgood immediately assumed a defensive stance. He complied with the order and raised his hands but didn’t panic. He knew that he had some tricks up his sleeve.


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She makes me feel ways that I've never known before. The first time I saw Desirae, I thought my heart would climb right out of my throat, strut over to her, and kiss her on the cheek. My hands would sweat. My heart would pound. My mind would become foggy. But strangest of all, my mouth would water.

I wanted her in every way imaginable. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to taste her lips. I had to have her.

Unfortunately, I'm a coward, and I could only desire her from afar. From elementary school to college, I watched her blossom into a beautiful woman. My desires only became stronger as time went on, and the haze in my head became screams.

One day, in a particularly bold move, I approached her in the campus rec-room. She was playing a game of pool by herself, which I saw as a chance to get close. My heart stomped in my eardrums, and my mouth filled with the words I wanted to say. Well, that, and some saliva.

She looked at me and I knew she heard every lecherous thought I had ever conceived about her. She smiled and waved.

"Hey, Corey!" she said warmly. "Wanna play some pool?"

Holy hell, it's happening. Keep it together, Corey. Don't turn into a drooling idiot.

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so since im a filthy boy i decided to finally do a thing ive been wanting to do for a while
shoutout to the author of waifu wars for introducing me to gurochan btw u rock my dude. nice dick
ive had the idea for geocide high for a very long time, started off as a rp with someone i dont talk to anymore but i think it has more potential than a dead rp idea so here
ive got a lot of weird kinks so ill probably throw more than a few in here after a while, but nevertheless, i hope u can enjoy it. feel free to suggest kinks u wanna see in it, as well as character archetypes who u wanna see dead

GENOCIDE HIGH

wuffy

Chapter 1: Exposition Hell

The sun beat down on the back of my leather jacket as I stood at the entrance of the school. Other students rushed past me; most of them bright-faced, eager freshmen, a few were grim-looking upperclassmen. It didn't matter who I was, though. Here I was, at the school of my dreams.

Summer's End High School.

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- FF - FFM - cannibalism - snuff- castration - pee - and a lot more!

Nora and Lily are half sisters, they have the same dad but different mothers. Their father is a piece of shit and doesn't take care of them. They met eachother at school and found out later that they are half sisters, since that moment they have been best friends. back than Nora was 12 years old and Lily was 11. During a sleepover they were watching Hannibal and that moment they both found out they love gore and cannibalism, in the heat of the moment they started to touch eachother and made eachother orgasm. Now they are 15 and 14, they still watch a lot of porn and horror together while they get eachother off.


Nora has brown hair with blue streaks, blue eyes, C cup tits and a nice perky ass, shes also 5'6 tall and she dresses alternative . She is sitting in her bed, laptop next to her and watches a girl getting covered in cum during a bukkake, she's all naked and has 3 fingers in her pussy and the other hand is working her clit, her juices are flowing over her hands and on her bed. After a few minutes she has a orgasm and squirts all over her bed, she takes her 3 fingers out of her pussy and sucks them clean in her mouth. Her phone rings, she grabs her phone and sees that it is Lily "Hey! Whats up whore?"

"Fuck you, i was wondering if you want to come with me to that new BDSM club. Yes i know we are not legal yet but i'm sure that if we suck a few dicks we will get in"

"I just fucked my self and i'm covered in squirt, should i shower first or want to lick me clean?"

"You better come here covered in your own dirt or i will fucking cut you"


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DEER HUNTING LORETTA
by DANTE



Loretta was really enjoying the raunchy house party, because everything about it was so mature. Having just turned fifteen she was by far the youngest girl there, of the guests, anyway, and when her blind date Ralph had to leave early, the host, a really rich guy who owned the house, talked her into staying, telling her that some of his musician friends were dropping over after their dance job to entertain them.

She didn't feel any particular attachment to this guy Ralph anyway, because he was a blind date, and had acted like such a nerd all evening, so when he told her he had to get up early the next morning, and pulled this just when the party was warming up, she was glad to see him go.

She had never seen so many ladies with big tits, wearing such expensive gowns. The party was so sexy, with men in tuxes and beautiful women in expensive revealing gowns, and there were even three teenage topless waitresses with really big tits, who were outrageously sexy.

They wore only open lace panties, that only partly covered the most important part, their actual slit, but showed the trimmed hair of their little pubic bushes above the waistband. That was a crazy thing to call it, because these panties were slung so low they didn’t entirely cover the girls’ clit hoods.


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Another short story I wrote after watching a movie with my girlfriend. No, its not the one you might think of, though I did use the names of the two characters after I realized that the base idea was so similar.

I won't post tags for this one as it would spoil the surprise, so you will have to trust me on this one. If you like it, let me know, and if you don't let me know too (I am afraid gurochan is not the best place for a story like this, gruesome as it is).

Also, if you like it and want to read more, check out my website at www asstr org/~Eficient/


disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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Clicking from one picture to the other, he kept searching for that one perfect picture as he masturbated listlessly. He had been close to cumming for the past 10 or 15 minutes, but he wanted to stretch it for as long as he could. Whenever he approached the point of no return, he slowed down for a few minutes, cooling off before he continued once more.


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There's no gore in this first post.

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"I hate them. I want them to suffer." Aron, my friend and coworker, had just witnessed his lab vandalized.

"You want to kill them?" I poured him more wine.

"Ha! I wish I could! I want to hurt them forever and ever!"

"I know how it is. I've been beaten, violated, lied to and about." I downed another glass. Drunk tongues speak sober thoughts. "Yeah, you're not the only one."

"You boys need to get over yourselves." Eli the redhead cuddled with her raven-haired girlfriend, Shenaa, who was also Aron's girl. Both lean and curvy, with firm asses and big tits.

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((I'll be posting a story soon hope you enjoy :D ))

Happy Birthday

(m/f, consensual, suicide, necrophilia, gore)

Edgar was having a terrible birthday. He kicked rocks with the toe of his boot as he trudged home but these small acts of violence did little to cheer him up. He was twenty nine years old that day and, as he reflected on his current situation, he was not pleased with where his life was.

The day actually hadn’t been that much worse than normal but since moving to the small farming town of Shadyvale, all of his days seemed terrible. Edgar was a cleric and served as a healer and spiritual guide to the people of Shadyvale. But it was always “Praise Pelor” this and “Blessings to Pelor” that whenever he mended a broken leg or cured a minor illness. The stupid bumpkins never acknowledged that fact that it was Edgar who actually worked all of this magic. No, there was never a “Praise Edgar” or even so much as a “Thank you Edgar” to be heard. He was a faithful servant of the sun god and he supposed that the dirt-farming simpletons thought that that meant that he wasn’t even a person in his own right.

The kicker to all of this was that Edgar wasn’t really a cleric of Pelor at all. His magic was granted to him by Hextor, the ruthless god of war and slaughter. And for a good number of years, he had been a model follower of this tyrannical god--he served his kingdom in times of war as a combat medic and, when that war was over, he lived as a mercenary adventurer doing any odd jobs that required his skills in tortuous pain-giving or mending of wounded flesh.

But he was forced to give all of that up when he had a falling out with the city’s local Adventurer’s Guild. He and a group of fellow “adventurers” had cleaned out a tomb just outside of town that had become infested with undead. Edgar had taken it for granted that any treasure in the possession of these monsters was part of the reward for their destruction but his partners had balked at this, claiming that it was “grave robbing”. What use does the ruined corpse of a long-dead noblewoman have for a wedding ring anyway? He had thought they had reached an agreement but one of his teammates had ratted him out to the guild. He barely escaped the city with his life but managed to stumble upon the small community of Shadyvale soon thereafter.

Which brought him to his current situation of patching up the boo boos suffered by the ignorant locals. At least the job came with a small cottage, although it had lain abandoned for several years and was basically falling apart. It was on the outskirts of town, which meant privacy but also meant a long walk between home and the “temple”, which was basically just a small room dedicated to that purpose on the ground floor of the inn.


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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ziggF0f27o

"I miss Yalsi." Sister Izka spoke of the Sister Repentia who slept just outside the window. "I hope I get to see her again."
It had been a rough week. The process of stripping and shaving Sister Yalsi was tiring and confusing. Speaking of her like she was dead, Izka knew her former Battle Sister could still hear her, but she reasoned it as being like a spirit or ghost.
Yaski, for her part, stayed quiet. Was she sleeping? Izka wanted her to hear her.

'Always the sweetest one, how'd she become such a badass?' Yalsi wondered, eyes wide open and glued to the stars above her. So few could ever be lucky enough to have a home under the open sky. This was her last night like this.

The rest of the planet's citizens lived within miles of skyscrapers, never seeing direct sunlight. Her week of penitence as human being was over. She had been whipped and made to crawl through boiling water. Her skin was bruised everywhere. Bandages covered her.

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Zaz woke. 'Alley way in Commorragh' He thought to himself 'And I'm still alive. Man I'm just too awesome to die.'

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So, this is only chapter one for now. It continues from here and I'll update when I can. This first chapter is about a woman who awakens finding herself on a dissection table.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

The wooden table was at an incline and the straps that held her in place tugged at her skin as gravity tried to pull her down. She squirmed against it and against the haze suffocating her thoughts. Where was she? Last thing she recalled she was in her bedroom doodling and listening to music.

Her senses settled, and she looked around. It was a dimly-lit room with antiquated medical instruments on aged wooden tables. The walls were a grey brick, the floor was stone smoothed by so many feet. Most importantly though, was the small crowd of people surrounding her…watching her. They were all in lab coats; men, women, and…monsters? Her mind couldn’t seem to formulate an image for what her eyes were seeing but her attention was taken by a man who stood very close to her left side.

He was lean, with pale skin and black hair that contrasted his unearthly blue eyes. They glowed like pools of electricity the color of blue topaz. He was talking, but at first, she couldn’t quite understand him. His voice was deep, but gentle, almost soothing.

She shook her head and a pressure in her ears released. His voice came in clearer.

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Just another story I wrote, based on a guro picture. Let me know what you think!


disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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“Next!” an unseen man shouted from inside the room.

Ahead of her, the line moved forward as a girl she couldn't see started pleading. She sounded terrified, but her pleas were of no help. Trembling in fear, she moved forward silently, following the girl in front of her.

The air in the hallway was cold, and her body was covered in goose bumps, but despite that she was sweating. Around her a few girls were crying hysterically while other looked blankly ahead.


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