Small note: I wrote this under the alias of Nisroth

The emperors acquires new ordinance

Part 1 - The Weapon Testing

8 A.M. on a Thursday morning. I was sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, relaxing in my armchair on the porch of my beautiful estate, after having enjoyed my breakfast. Suddenly my majordomo calls for me
"Sir, our guests from CryoTek Armaments have arrived."
"Wonderful, go and announce the target bunnies too. This will be a bloody good day." I say with a wide smile on my lips.

Garrus, my long time friend and esteemed Majordomo welcomes the envoy from CryoTek into my domain and then goes to fulfill my other request. I welcome the envoy myself and shake the representative's hands warmly.
"So what made you travel all this way to my estate, esteemed gentlemen?" I say jokingly.
"Same ol', same ol' - business never takes a break sire. You seem to be in quite a jolly mood, so let's get right down to it. Our company has developed a new anti-tank gauss riffle. It uses 20mm slugs and has enough stopping power to pierce through an entire building or any armored vehicle."

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They had opted for a night in, Felicity was under the moon’s haunting influence and Mimi just wanted to relax in her pale pink fleecy pyjamas; they put on Dog Soldiers and Mimi sat with her feet up on the coffee table with Felicity curled up in her humanoid wolf form, resting her head and forearms on Mimi’s lap and dozing off as the film played.
As the film grew bloodier, Mimi felt her cheeks grow hot and a stirring of warmth in her groin, causing her to squirm in her seat, even when a soldier on the screen turned on the jeep headlights and startled at what he saw. She bit her lip to stifle a soft little whimper of excitement when it showed the werewolf and their victim, blood all over his mauled face, a clawed hand almost seductively turning his head before tearing into his throat and decapitating him. Her fingers tightened in light, tawny fur as the scene progressed, trembling at the hissing growl of the werewolf’s breathing on screen. She felt her lover stir, lifting her large, canid head from her lap to look up at her, all too aware of how painfully arousing Mimi found bright blood spattering on a windshield, and then pouring from the car as the other soldiers opened the door to a wolf gorging itself on the driver’s guts.
She heard a feral sounding growl and gasped, looking down at Felicity, the tawny lycan was looking up at her with golden eyes, teeth bared as she lifted her body up and started to move over her, “Oh no,” Mimi whispered, touching a hand to her chest lightly in feigned shock, “Felicity? My love, what has come over you?” her acting was bad on purpose, the corners of her lightly painted lips twitching as she tried not to smile. Felicity snarled and pressed a hand-like paw to Mimi’s chest, the span of those long, clawed paws was impressive, pushing between her small breasts and guiding her onto her back, ever so gentle even as they played this familiar, bestial game. “Felicity, please! Control yourself! You’re going to hurt me!” she wasn’t winning the fight against her own smile now, lying back and pressing her hands to Felicity’s chest, pushing at her with no real gusto, cheeks as pink as her hair as Felicity began to nuzzle and nip at her neck, growling all the while. She continued to play scared amid her giggling, soft fur tickling her in all the right spots as Felicity nipped down to the neck of her thick fluffy top, though she was achingly hard, tenting her pastel plaid shorts where Felicity had settled between her legs.
She curled her legs around Felicity’s waist, drawing her closer and rubbing against her, “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” she giggled softly, stroking light brown fur, Felicity just growled, wriggling free of Mimi’s legs and sinking lower down her body, nosing the leg of her shorts up and aside, exposing her proud, hard womanhood. Mimi gasped, feigning embarrassment, “Oh no, not there,” she tried to cover herself but Felicity growled, wicked maw smiling up at her, “Please, you can’t,” her eyes were lit up with eagerness in spite of her words so Felicity licked her thigh, biting and leaving shallow bloody grooves in the pale flesh, making Mimi’s cock twitch eagerly, “anything but that,” her hands were gripping the cushion below her, holding on and watching with unbridled fervour as Felicity dragged her long, rough tongue up her stiff cock.
She thought about Felicity mauling humans, tearing them apart with those huge, dangerous jaws, and how those same jaws were around her cock, tongue rolling and swirling against her burning skin, “Please,” she whispered, “eat me,” there was a lusty roughness to her voice that had golden eyes snapping open and sharp teeth scraping along her length painfully. She bucked her hips, pushing further into her lover’s maw to prolong the feeling, earning a growl of warning that she couldn’t quite heed, pushing up again and letting out a cry of pleasure as Felicity bit down, blood gushing from her flushed organ. Felicity licked and suckled at her bleeding groin, sending Mimi into a world of euphoric bliss, managing to spurt hot slick down Felicity’s throat barely a second before teeth sank through her flesh, severing her cock and allowing blood and come to spurt from the tear in a messy spray. She cried out and dug her hands into the slickening fur of Felicity’s muzzle and jaw, panting and shuddering as Felicity chewed open mouthed, watching her own blood, come, and meat mash and slice into a dark pink mass on her tongue and teeth. She pulled her close by the soft fur but Felicity made no signs of it hurting, simply kept chewing and smirking as Mimi pressed a trembling kiss to her bloody mouth, legs quivering and the bisected nub of her cock twitching and gushing blood and precome through her shorts. She felt Felicity’s jaw open and a push of wet heat touched her lips, she opened up and let her lover push her tongue into her mouth, globs of masticated flesh stuck to the muscle; Mimi sucked it off obediently, savouring her own coppery, meaty taste, the bitter tang of salt lingering on her tongue. She was sodden now, the pastel pink of her shorts was stained and wet through as Felicity moved to draw them slowly down, smearing blood down Mimi’s pale thighs, bright fading to a washed out pink as Mimi lifted her legs to ease them out of her shorts and wrap them once more around Felicity’s waist. As she swallowed more of her own meat and Felicity’s sickly sweet drool, she ground herself up against the thickly furred sheath that hung between them, letting her sensitive, blood slick nub slide across the length of it, feeling her solid cock and the slight swell of her knot within her sheath. Felicity drew her head back, grinning and licking at her bloody mouth, trailing her tongue over teeth and fur, a swipe over the nose making it shine, Mimi kissed her nose lightly and Felicity began to lick her way down Mimi’s neck,
“You taste wonderful,” Felicity gave a wolfish rumble before wrapping her jaws around her soft, slender throat. Mimi lifted her chin and her breath quickened in excitement, letting her fingers slip free from Felicity’s fur and moving to push under her own fleecy top, to squeeze the small mound of her breast and twist her nipple sharply as Felicity sank her teeth into her neck. She let out a burbled gasp as blood flooded her throat and leaked from her mouth, choking her for a split moment before her unnatural regeneration allowed her to breathe through the overflow. Every breath had crimson painting her chin, hot and tacky as the air dried it, as Felicity lapped at the deep gashes in her neck, teasing Mimi with mouth and claw as her hands tore through her fleece top and curled around her breasts, ushering Mimi’s hand away. She continued to rock against Felicity, loving the way the fur felt against her raw, exposed nerve endings as they both grew slicker and slicker with her blood, though she could feel herself trying to heal and dipped her fingers down to break the healing skin before it got too far. She ran her finger around the flat, searing hot flesh, gasping when her nail caught on a slit there and something spurted free of her with a twitch. She let out a sinful moan, resting her head back and letting Felicity maul her as she circled that minute hole over and over, teasing and toying as Felicity’s claws bit into the soft skin of her breasts, piercing and near crushing them against her as she rocked down into Mimi.
“Please,” Mimi began to plead over and over, praising Felicity, her voice hitching through a “go-od g-girl!” as the drastically shortened urethra stretched around her dainty fingertip, slick with blood and oozing come, “Bite me, tear me apart,” she barely even whispered it but Felicity’s ears twitched in acknowledgement before she pulled back, narrowing her eyes to dangerous slits as she looked down between them to Mimi’s hand, noting the way her finger had slid in to the first narrow knuckle. “Yes…” Mimi hissed through her teeth, pumping the tip of her finger into herself in a lewd, bloody form of masturbation, barely even realising that Felicity had stopped assaulting her throat,
“Mimi,” Felicity growled, a low, dark rumble of warning that had Mimi blinking at her in confusion, “Did I say you could do that?” she asked and Mimi’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but her finger continued to push in and out of her stretching hole, lubricated by blood and semen. She shook her head and shuddered as her nail caught something inside her, rocking her hips and pushing her head back into the arm of the chair, moaning softly. Felicity growled at her again, dragging her claws down pale sides, leaving crimson streaks in their wake, Mimi just moaned and persisted in her needy fingering, fucking against her own hand as Felicity clamped her jaws around the underside of Mimi’s petite breast, rending through the soft flesh in further warning.
Mimi was writhing beneath her, moving her free hand to her bleeding chest, squeezing the soft flesh and letting blood weep out between her fingers, fingering herself quicker and managing to push her finger even deeper this time, relishing in the sharp pain her finger caused. “Mimi,” she warned again, but Mimi continued, moaning wantonly with every push of finger and snap of Felicity’s teeth against the soft flesh of her belly. With a final snarl, she wrapped her jaw around Mimi’s delicate wrist and pulled her hand away from her groin, digging her teeth in when Mimi tried to resume touching herself. There was a crunch of bone and Mimi let out a surprised cry, suddenly looking down at her bloody form, at where Felicity was grinding her teeth through the bones of her arm, snarling and slavering bloody drool. She managed a lusty smile and pushed at her arm, tensing up as the bones snapped like brittle wood, hissing her delight as skin and sinew stretched and tore as Felicity lifted her head, severed hand seeming to twitch where it dangled from her grinning mouth. Mimi watched her, transfixed as she gave her hand a similar treatment to her cockmeat, tongue curling around slender fingers, dragging them deeper into her maw and crunching her teeth down on it.
“My hand,” Mimi gasped, curling her arm to her chest, cradling her bleeding wrist, awed and amazed as Felicity crushed bone and sinew like it was nothing, “You’re… you’re amazing…” she whispered, voice pitching and wavering as she practically vibrated where she sat.
“And you’re disobedient,” she growled around the mangled bones of Mimi’s hand,
“I’m sorry,” she meant it too, guiltily cradling her bleeding wrist, “I got carried away…” she admitted meekly, cheeks flushing as she averted her gaze, closing her eyes and listening to the crunch of bone. Her eyes widened when she felt a tongue rasp over her cock, roughened by shards of bone and slick with gore, the tip of that canine tongue slipped inside, coating her fingered hole and fucking into it, gently at first but growing rough as Felicity began to thoroughly enjoy herself. Felicity snuffled and snorted into her bloody sex, licking at the insides of her cock whilst pawing at her inner thighs, kneading almost cat like and tearing her skin and muscle to ribbons. Mimi felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks, sobbing and writhing beneath the hulking werewolf, “Please,” she whimpered, “Oh please,” she moved her hand down to blood slick tawny fur, curling her fingers into it whilst rubbing the bloody stump of her wrist against Felicity’s muzzle, encouraging her as much as she was allowed. That tongue slid free of her and Felicity lifted her head, Mimi looked down at her, blinking away tears and smiling warmly, her gaze travelling lower, drawn to the red tipped cock that hung drooling onto the couch. She could never forget how large her lover was, she was huge, crimson at the tip and pale of body, fine crimson veins lining her meat, her knot was still in her sheath or at least out of Mimi’s line of sight for now, but she licked her lips anyway, wanting to wet it for her, to prepare it so Felicity could sink it deep into her pretty little cock-hole. When she looked to Felicity’s face again, she had that wolfish grin, knowing Mimi’s thoughts and set to deny them, at least in part; she gave Mimi’s cock-hole one last dip of her tongue, coating her insides in drool once more before climbing up her body, nudging her with the tip of that swollen doggy cock. Mimi slung her bleeding arm around Felicity’s neck, holding her close and kissing and licking at her bloody muzzle, whimpering when that hot tongue snaked out against her own, teasing her with salt and copper.
Felicity was slow at first, rubbing the pointed tip so it caught on Mimi’s stretched hole, letting her copious precum aid in slicking the way, pushing the narrow tip just inside and rocking slowly against her as they kissed. Mimi held her closer, pressing her feet flat to the couch and pushing up to meet Felicity, to coax the tip of her cock deeper, breaking their kiss to pull her ear down to bite it, hoping to drive her into a rut instead of this methodical torture. Felicity growled with pleasure and Mimi felt a harder push of boned cock against her cock-hole, she let out a thrilled giggle as pain lanced through her groin and Felicity pushed into her with sharp, shallow thrusts. Each stutter of hips had Mimi devolving into a sobbing mess, balls tight, tender, and soaked in the blood and semen that wept out around Felicity’s cock every time she withdrew. She clung uselessly to Felicity, fingers of her lone hand knotted in thick fur, tugging hard as Felicity’s cock worked back and forth, easing further and further into her cock-hole and spurting hot precum deeper into her.

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Alice was walking down the street, she had been at school working late and it was 6:30pm by the time she left.

The neighborhood was safe no crimes were committed in years so Alice wasn’t worried about walking home by herself.

As she was walking down the street she felt like she was being followed, so she stopped walking and looked around. She didn’t see anything and dismissed it as her imagination. As she continued to walk she saw a shadow in the corner of her eye but before she could turn to see what it was a cloth covered her mouth and nose, her eyelids became heavy and she closed her eyes.

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The first thing that hit her senses was the distinct smell of a hospital, like the sterilized air. Then the cold hit her, she was completely naked on a metal operating table. She tried to sit up only to realize that her arms and legs were strapped down to the table.

She looked around her heart rate was increasing as signaled by the EKG machine. She saw medical supplies and chemicals around the room, but strangely in the corner of the room was some mechanical parts and a computer. She was broken from her thoughts as a the door opened with a silhouette in the door. The figure reached next to the door turning on the rest of the lights in the room.

As the lights turned on she saw the figure, it was clearly a man but his face was covered by full face mirrored safety mask. He reached to a cart picking up a apron and putting it on. As he continued into the room she found her voice and asked who he was, she received no answer. He walked up to a sink and started to wash his gloves, and again she asked what he was doing and he stayed silent.

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Sorry for bad English.

Sakura looked at her right shoulder, and down her arm which ended at a little below her elbow. She had removed the bandages first time by herself mere minutes ago so she was occupied with inspecting her fresh stump. It was well shaped thanks to the doctor's care and had a kind of soft relatively rounded tip rather than a long thin one and the stitch marks run across it. It didn't hurt much when she moved it though it did a little when she stroked it with her remaining hand and pressed maybe a bit too hard, but all in all her stump was almost completely healed. Maybe she could even start using it practically, like holding objects with it, but for now Sakura was content in moving her elbow joint to wear off the feeling of stiffness. Well, it is a good thing the hospital had provided her with self adhesive eye patches for her lost eye, or she would be having quite a lot of trouble putting on a strapped one with one hand. After a while of massaging her residual limb she finally stood up from her bed and threw away all the used bandages that were lying on it, and she put her shirt back on with a little more effort than usual.

What to do now... she wondered silently. Well, now that I got out of the hospital for good I do have a lot of free time on my uh, hand. Before she contemplated her problem any further she remembered that she needed to pick up some lunch for her and check on how Shizune was going with her own injuries. She put on her apron skirt over her black shorts and headed for the mirror on her bed's side. She carefully put on one of her black sticky patches on the empty socket of her left eye, almost trying to help the process with her arm stump unconsciously a bit to her annoyance. The socket itself had healed up really good without scarring and after she finally put on the small black eye patch she concluded that it did not look as bad on her as she thought it would. She put some cash in her pocket and headed for the door, she was already wearing her black leg warmers since she came in the morning but instead of her usual boot-heeled black shoes she slipped on a pair of light thong sandals just for the ease of putting them on without much effort.

Lami Pi Productions
by Regis, inspired by “Kidfight Club” by Midwych


Warning: In addition to all of the other sexual violence, realistic scatological descriptions and pornographic smut, this story contains racial epithets, designed not to offend sensitive readers any more than other content of the story will certainly do, but to provide an accurate atmosphere consistent with that in which the protagonist found himself.



CHAPTER 1 – Building a Concept


Jackson Avery was a winner, and was always expanding the diversity of profitable enterprises, some of them not listed on his corporate portfolio. He did not come to the decision to get into the private nude cunt-fight business without having a thorough knowledge of what he was getting into. He had no idea where it would lead him, or that he would soon be the producer of extremely violent competitions between apparently innocent little girls.


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Terra woke up to the sound of crunching leaves beneath her skin. Her eyes opened wide, startled as she looked around and saw an unfamiliar forest surrounding her while the dawn sun peeked up from beyond the trees, she was completely naked from head to toe. Her arm went across her chests to quickly cover herself in case someone saw her but nobody was around. Her body was sticky from a slight sweat. As she held herself up, she tried to recall what happened last night - running through her memories of going to the bar with her friends for her 25th birthday. They joked around and got drunk, one by one they left to go home. She remembered being alone for the last hour. Nothing strange happened and nothing memorable happened on her way home. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember going home. She had started heading out and one last person bought her a drink. it was a woman, a short lanky geeky looking gal with round glasses and a slight southern drawl. She took a sip and the rest...

"Anyone here?" Terra called out nervously. Over and over she kept trying to think past that sip she took in hopes of some rational explanation for what happened. As her mind kept drawing blanks and reality set in, her stomach started to churn, her heart began pounding relentlessly. An ominous feeling washed over her in a chilling wave going down her body - it felt like the world started falling apart under her shaky legs, causing her breaths to quiver and escalate around that hammering in her chest and against her arm. The feeling of utter terror from the realization that a stranger stripped and left her there - that she was vulnerable, naked and helpless and probably wasn't alone. The unwanted explanation for what happened slowly setting in forced her to move anywhere but there in the open.

Without anywhere looking any safer, she started running towards the trees nearest to her away from this wide open and exposed grassy space to the comfort and cover of the forest, sitting between a bush and a tree so that she could stop her head from spinning and wonder where she was and why, what might have happened to her. Despite the lush green scenery she noticed that it was oddly quiet. not a single animal to be seen, not even your usual squirrel or bird in this seemingly endless forest. It didn't help her mind stop racing at all. It all seemed to look the same and there were no mountains or distinct features to be seen beyond the tall redwood trees and dense bushes.

"If this is a joke it's not funny!" she yelled out in an angry tone followed by heavy quivering breaths in desperation that it would all make sense and someone would stop this charade. sweat starting to bead down her now flushed, pink accented, pale skin as the forest became brighter and warmer, making her jet black hair stick to her shoulders. Before she could really even catch her breath, a loud gunshot and the snap of bark breaking from the tree behind her made her heart freeze in terror. Without a moment's hesitation, Terra ran deep and aimlessly into the trees to lose whatever was shooting at her, pushing herself as hard as her body could muster. She ran so fast that she started to trip and fall only to get right back up and run further. there was nothing but trees for minutes that seemed like hours, panting and sweating she kept going but nothing looked any different. After what felt like miles of distance into nowhere, she had to take a break. Her lungs couldn't draw in enough air, her heart was racing and pounding harder than she had ever felt, and legs were covered in cuts from stepping in bushes and tripping. A river caught her eye a little in the distance but the open and uncovered territory seemed so ominous. She couldn't even begin to know who her captors might be, running before she could see them.

She could only hope that lake led to something... anything at all besides more forest. Before she could second guess it She got up and bolted downstream within the forest alongside the lake, keeping track of it as she went. Dawn turned into full daylight she could see something else... There was a tall blue sign among the leaves further in the forest. Finally a sign of life. Having not seen her captors for a while she felt comfortable enough to sprint lightly toward it. Her pale skin was drenched in sweat and her legs and feet covered in cuts. She wanted so badly to scream for help but she kept her mouth shut as she reached the end of trees to find a road, not wanting to be found.

"Thank god" she let out in a quavering sigh of relief. She approached the sign but for some reason there wasn't a building...
If anything the sight was nerve wracking, Why is there a gas station sign with no building? she asked herself.


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Milkmaids

by

Htabdoolb

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1 - Training

"Wow." Holly breathed.

"Aha, that was my first reaction too." Natalie said.

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Milkmaids

1 - Training

	

"Wow." Holly breathed.

	

"Aha, That was my first reaction too." Natalie said.

	

The space they had just entered was quite large, warmly lit, and a very comfortable temperature. What had impressed Holly, however, was what room 402 contained: men. There were at least fifty of them, all nude, restrained, and bent over, bound securely to sturdy yet graceful steel frames mounted in rows along the floor.

	

"It's a pretty impressive sight, isn't it?" Natalie said, smiling back at Holly as she led the way into the room.

	

"How many are there?" Holly asked, as they moved between the first two rows of males.

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After many wars, humankind dispersed into the stars, some more peacefully than others. A few of their groups survived, some more comfortably than others. Eventually they unlocked the deepest secrets of the universe.

Time-travel led to wars unlike any seen before. Entire lineages prevented to undo mild inconveniences. Paradoxes that brought both morality and reality into question. Genocides to assure tyrants that their mistakes simply never occurred.

Eventually entire universes could be created, first simple and random ones initially filled with thermal, electric, and kinetic energy and simple elements, but eventually complex dimensions that were crystaline or mechanical and even galaxy-sized computers in inter-dimensional sub-space.

Once humans were capable of creating super-complex universes that were atom by atom replicas of the machines that gave them birth, they could essentially create infinite numbers of universes expanding eternally in every direction, some filled with life, some with fire, and some with nothingness.

As these humans became immortal gods, able to create new forces, shooting infinitely hot flames that broke their ancient understanding of conventional physics, teleport any distance or even into any realm, and be threatened by nothing except their own kind, they had only their desires and a new plane of science and philosophy to contend with, if they so chose.

A new RPG based on this story called "Fleshscape" is now available for free on DriveThru RPG (PWYW Pay What You Want, even $0).

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Log One
I awaken. I don't know it at the moment, but this day marks my fourth straight year of existing in the dogscape. I push myself up from the carpet of writhing, twitching dogflesh beneath me and rise to my feet, stretching in the morning sun. It took me a while to learn to balance on the layer of solid dogs that now blankets every inch of solid ground, but nowadays I can walk and run as easily and as fast as I ever did on soil or concrete. Perhaps faster...
This was a city once, I think, though which one I can't remember. I only owe my guess to the massive pillars of dogs jutting into the sky, perhaps ancient buildings now completely filled and overgrown by canine biomatter. I climbed one once, sinking my fingers and toes deep into the dogwall to gain purchase, and after hours and hours of climbing was rewarded with an incredible vista - fur and eyes, panting tongues and wagging tails, hugging the contours of the once-barren land and stretching in a single aeomebic mass farther than the eye can see.

Now I don't do that, though. Now I merely go about my day. I hike to the Gardens, where the dogplants sprout up in bizarre shapes from the floor of the dogscape, and reach up to pluck the fetal puppyfruits right off the wagging, energetic branches. I bite into the succulent flesh, the juices dribbling down my chin and dripping down to be reabsorbed by the groundflesh, and revel in the savory taste. I'm thirsty, so I range until I find one of the Mothermounds, and there I suckle at a teatpatch until I've had my fill of milk. Sometimes I see other humans around me, as well-adapted to the dogscape as I am, but I barely acknowledge them, say nothing. What, after all, is there to say? The world is different now - what meaning would our old words have?

Free-ranging dogs are becoming rarer and rarer to see now, and those I do see seem as lost, as passive as I am. They too graze on the dogplants, step carefully over the undulating, bleeding dogfloor, dimly acknowledge myself and one another. In the distant sky, and on the far horizon, I sometimes see massive forms sail or crawl or undulate, and I wonder if in this new world normal, singular, ambulatory dogs have become as obsolete as I am.

Log Two

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Right. I sort of backed myself into a corner on naming these things. Technically this is part of my "Offers" universe, but it's a side story with absolutely zero connection to any of the other stories in the series.

Also, technically this is incomplete because I'm planning on adding two or three epilogues. But as far as the story itself goes it's self contained and concluded. So read away, but expect more to be posted later.

Liselle offers Aria her Life


"Do you know why you are here?" Aria asked her daughter, Liselle, from atop her throne from the top of Afterlife. Next to her, restrained at the base of her couch was another Asari, covered in an Asari-leather set of bondage restraints that emphasized her bright blue tits, each one pierced with a set of silver studs through the nipples. The restraints came complete with a full face mask to hide the Asari's identity, with tiny holes for Ara's prized lover to see through, and a ball gag to keep her quiet. Liselle knew it was Councilor Tevos beneath the mask, her other mother; the bright blue skin and piercings gave the game away to those who knew her. But despite Tevos being the Asari counselor, it was hard to fear the powerful politician when her arms were strapped behind her and she was unable to speak the slightest word through the gag stretching her jaw. Liselle herself was naked, her soft purple almost lavender skin shining in the wild lights of the club.

Liselle was nervous. This wasn't the first time that her mother had called her to her seat of power, the older matriarch was incredibly controlling and had taken every opportunity to enforce Liselle's purpose upon her. To Aria, Liselle wasn't just a daughter, or her most effective employee, she was also Aria's prized possession; an absolutely pristine Azure filet that had been aging for nearly three centuries. A filet that as of yesterday was no longer untouched.

“No, mother,” Liselle responded, hesitantly. Her mother was obsessed with the proper care of her Azure, telling her since she was young that her sole purpose in life was to one day have her sex harvested to fuel one of her mother's orgies. The diets her mother put her on since a young age were never designed with her health in mind (though they were hardly unhealthy), but aimed instead at giving her azure extra flavor for Aria to enjoy once she took it from Liselle, killing her in the process. The friends her mother had found for her had been focused on teasing her and keeping her in a constant state of arousal without any relief, to add spice to the cut. And now, Liselle had ruined almost three hundred years of hard work her mother had put into her.


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I´ve found this realy old story.

Naked Balls (by ????)

Nobody can guess by just looking at me what I have in the crotch of my
jeans. I smile as I go about my daily business, imaging the reactions of
the people around me if they could only see what I look like down there.
It all began a couple of years ago when I discovered a sex shop in my
local city. I was very fascinated by all the sex toys on the shelves –
butt plugs, tit clamps, etc.—but most of all by the leather devices for
binding balls.
I bought myself a black leather strap and hurried home. My heart was
pounding as I pulled off my jeans and briefs, exposing my cock and balls.

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Yes, I'm still working on my MLP series (and I need a proper title for it - right now, the best I have is the descriptor "anthro-pony guro series"), but I have other random guro and cannibalism ideas I'd like to get out there as well. Here, now, are a few that may or may not be complete, and are of varying quality. And are generally not in canon with one another, unless otherwise noted. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcomed.

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To (mostly) quote my other thread, my likes and dislikes:

I hate grimdark stuff. Bloody violence disturbs me; torture for the sake of torture (especially of the graphic kind that landed several films on the "Video Nasties" list - that is, a list of films which were banned from video distribution in certain parts of the world in the 70s, 80s and 90s, due to scenes of graphic violence) turns me off.

On the other end of the spectrum:

I like reading about a girl's willing sacrifice.

I like scenes that imply and/or confirm that the victim will survive the whole experience and, potentially, get to do it again at some point. (I also like settings where the characters are gifted with regeneration and resurrective immortality - no matter how many times they die, they always get better.)


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Your dragon and you couldn’t have been happier. It’s been months together, and in that time he’s been nothing but sweet, and gentle, and loving in every way a dragon can. He brings you treasures from other hoardes, dresses you in fine cloaks from old kings, and tells you stories about the centuries he’s lived. He’s been a lonely one all his life, but with you he lights up and scampers like a pup, always excited to do everything he can for you. He doesn’t even mind his hoarde anymore, opting to sleep with and around you instead because he tells you you’re his only and greatest treasure. But dragons have to eat and he doesn’t want to spend a moment away from you to hunt, so when he finds out about your ability to grow back from any injury and your eagerness to be his meal he jumps at the opportunity. He’s always nervous about it, because he fears for your safety, but as the sessions become more common, he starts to be more and more aggressive.
The latest time, he started by thrusting his tongue into your hole, using the tip of his nose to rub gently at your hooded cock between pumping his thick, slick tongue deep into you. Then you feel a warmth at your entrance followed by a searing sensation as liquid fire pours into you, instantly cooking your cock and innards with a smell of smoke and cooking meat. It doesn’t hurt, not much, but it feels so *damn good*; you can barely manage a grin at him because your body is quivering from the pleasure and warmth burning through your hips. He returns the smile, his reptilian, slitted eyes and grinning bony skull showing nothing but affection and adoration for you, then withdraws his tongue from your smoking, cooked hole. He opens his mouth again and a tremendous wave of fire engulfs you like a gentle, passionate hug, and you coo and moan and though he can barely hear it above the sound of the flame pouring from his throat, the sound of your arousal and happiness encourages him to share in those sensations.

When the great wave of flame is finally done, you can see his cock protruding from his sheath, glistening at the tip. You want to go over there and help him, to suck it and feel it pound into you, but you’ve become just a charbroiled human boy - a delicious snack for your monstrous lover. Fortunately, he knows what you want, and as he begins his feast by biting down on your now supple and giving belly and tearing out a loop of your intestines, you can feel his monstrous cock resting on your pelvis, grinding up against

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Lilly, the cutest doll!

It's Lilly's birthday. Lilly is just 1:39 meters tall. She has silver blonde hair that is long enough to reach her butt. She has blue eyes and almost white skin. Lilly is a doll maniac! She doesn’t just collect dolls. She cares for them like as if they were her own child’s. She even dresses herself like a doll. Today she wears a black dress. It consists of more frills than dress. She also wears black shoes a white pantyhose and a red bow in her hair. Thanks to her delicate body structure, you could really mistake Lilly as a doll! To celebrate the big day, she wants to buy a new doll. A new store has been opened which is said to be selling incredibly realistic dolls. Of course, this has aroused her attention. The store is a bit offside the inner city. Another advantage! In the city people often looked at her strangely. Many sellers don’t take her seriously. But she is sure that a real puppeteer will understand her!
Lilly enters the store. A little golden bell announces her entrance. The interior of the shop, is decorated in an old fashion. Old Screen lamps illuminate the room. A handful of hand-sewn clothes are standing by the window. In an antique cabinet, various craft supplies are to be seen. On self-made shelves, dolls were placed lovely. Each doll is unique! They all look different and have different sizes. Some are even bigger than Lilly. She is thrilled! They are beautiful… She would love to take them all! It was a good idea to visit this store.

The shopkeeper suddenly stands behind her. “Young maiden did you find a doll that interested you?”
Lilly not startled. She is too busy to choose a doll. She doesn’t even look at him when she answers. "They all are beautiful; how should one be able to decide?" She stands on tiptoe and tries to reach a few of the higher located dolls. She doesn’t even notice as the owner helps her.
The Shopkeeper turns her around. Only now does she notice that he was standing behind her all the time. He is an old man, who’s looks a little bit like Gepetto. “What kind of doll are you looking for?” he asks.
Lilly is no longer certain. "It must be something special! but they all special ... How do find a doll that stands out?"
"Well, a special doll is standing right in front of me!" He says, laughing.
Lilly turns red. Finally, someone notices the effort she put in her dresses. “Thank you. I've been working on the dress for two months.”
“You would surely be a good doll.” He says with respect. Then he seems to have an idea. " I know! I could make a doll for you, a very special one! for you only!"
"But that will certainly be very expensive ... I don’t think I can afford it." Lilly knows from experience, that special made dolls cost often 3 to 4 times the price of a normal doll. She almost fears that she can hardly afford the other dolls in the store. They are masterpieces after all.

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