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    This is my first attempt at something remotely resembling a story, so my apologies if its not perfectly readable, or very fap-worthy. One of the reasons I wrote this is that the only other story that really 'clicked' with me was Madame Butterfly, and the lack of other stories based around seppuku. Anyway, rant over, hope you all enjoy the story, and please leave feedback, or any corrections, or just take the story and rework it if you want, I'm fine with anything really.
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    The chirping of birds, the sound of leaves gently rustling in the wind, the annoying buzz of an alarm clock.

    "Oh come on," Laura groaned.

    Eyes still shut, she flailed her arms in an attempt to silence the alarm clock, eventually managing to land a hit; setting it to snooze. It was 6:30 AM, and on a Monday to boot. Yet another boring, and long week of high school lay ahead of her. The only motivation she had left at this point was that it would all end soon - she was in her final year, after which she could get a job, maybe go university, or take a break from it all, and travel.

    "Just a few more weeks of this bullshit," she thought, slowly dragging herself out of bed.

    Laura moved towards the window, and opened the curtains. The gentle morning sun shone down through the window, irritating her sharp, green eyes. Despite the discomfort, the view from her window never failed to amaze her. Living in the outskirts of a small hilly town in Japan did have its advantages such as the gorgeous view and surprisingly friendly and welcoming inhabitants.

    Sadly, this was all overshadowed by numerous political and cultural factors. After suffering a crushing defeat in the Second World War, Japan went back to being a very isolated nation, only recently opening up to the rest of the world. In fact, the only foreigners to live here were the ones who stayed throughout the duration of the war, such as her grandparents. They used to tell her stories of how things were before the war, how much more relaxed everything was, and how Japan now, was really just a shadow of its former self.

    In short, the fall of the emperor did not lead Japan towards a modern form of government. Wealthy, and influential families saw this as an opportunity for a hostile takeover, and now form a fair, albeit ruthless ruling caste, following a more extreme form of Bushido. One, where even girls were expected to be ready to commit ritual suicide should they bring shame to themselves, their family, or their nation.

    Yet none of this bothered Laura, to her, the thought of disemboweling herself did seem unpleasant, however the way she was raised, and taught, it was preferable to living a life of shame and dishonor.

    Laura let out a long, drawn out yawn, as she stretched; her belly peeking out from under her shirt. Before long, she was ready to get dressed, eat breakfast and head off to school.

    "God, I hate the summer uniform, too damn skimpy," she mumbled, as she was dreading wearing the cropped sailor shirt, and short, hip-hugging skirt.

    While she may have hated wearing it, she did look stunning in it - the navy blue uniform contrasted beautifully with her long red hair. The uniform also showed off her assets quite well - her supple breasts looked at least a size bigger, and the skirt was just short enough for lucky passers-by to get a look at her gorgeously plump thighs.

    She gently stroked her belly as she slid the shirt on. Letting out a sigh, she moved her hand towards her navel, slowly sticking her middle finger into her oval belly hole. If there was one thing she liked about the uniform, it was the easy access to her, and her classmates belly's and navels.

    To an outsider, having such an outfit be a school uniform would appear quite shocking, however there is a clear purpose to all this. If a student is to fail, break school rules, or bring shame to the school, they are expected to commit public seppuku at the morning assembly, or in extreme cases, be held down, and disemboweled by a classmate to forcefully restore ones honor.

    "Laura! Breakfasts ready!" A familiar voice resounded. It was Laura's mom.

    "Coming!" Laura replied, pulling her finger out of her belly button, and making her way downstairs.

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    Laura walked into the assembly hall, looking for her classmates, or homeroom teacher. Eventually finding where her class was supposed to sit, she took a seat next to her girlfriend, Maya. They smiled at one another, as during assembly, talking was strictly prohibited, and neither one of them wanted to suffer the consequences of insubordination.

    Following a long-winded and generally pompous and annoying speech by the headmaster, 4 students who failed their mid-terms were called up to the podium.

    "These 4 students have brought shame to themselves, and to our school. They have failed not one, but all of their subjects in the mid-terms. I have personally informed their parents, and with their consent they are to commit seppuku before us. Let this be a lesson to those who shirk their duties so callously!"

    There was complete silence in the assembly hall. Everyone could have heard a pin drop.

    "My name is Asami Nakamura, I am in year 2, class 2A" One of the condemned stated, her voice trembling.

    She knelt down, tears in her eyes, and bowed down, as if praying for mercy and forgiveness. She would get none. Her homeroom teacher brought a dagger, and a large bowl, placing the two in front of the frightened girl.

    The lithe girl sat back up, looking at the bowl and dagger. A chill ran down her spine. She knew what was expected of her. She knew it would not be a quick death. She knew there was no getting out of it. Her right hand reached out towards the dagger, grasping it tightly. With her left, she massaged her belly. Trying to find the perfect spot to thrust the dagger in, so as not to injure her intestines while disemboweling herself.

    She found it, the place where the dagger would enter. Slowly bringing the dagger over, she looked up at her schoolmates, and her teachers one more time, as if she expected a reprieve. All she received were blank stares, and bored expressions. This was enough to push her over the edge. She lowered her eyes once more, and thrust the dagger into her belly with full force.

    Laura, meanwhile, was quite enjoying the view. She always fancied Asami's belly, and now she would get to see her cut it open. Then, rather unexpectedly, Maya brought her finger to Laura's navel, thrusting it in, hard. The two looked at one another, and smiled. She was really going to enjoy this.

    She let out a low grunt, as she felt the cold steel pierce her belly, cutting through the muscle, and fat. Her breathing grew more erratic, and her right hand trembled, shaking the dagger which caused even more discomfort. Her eyes now shut tight, she began to pull the dagger across. She could feel her skin tear, her muscles split, and her entrails push outwards as she reached the halfway mark, right below her navel.

    The pain was unbearable, yet somehow she did not scream. Her lips bled from how hard she was biting down, yet it still did not distract her from the searing pain in her midsection. The dagger now started to grow heavy. Was it from the pain? The blood loss? She didn't know, nor did she care to find out. Gathering what strength she had left, she grabbed the dagger with her left hand, and tore open her stomach completely. The dagger now sat close to her right hip, a perfect horizontal cut.

    From the spectators perspective, it looked almost as if her stomach had a mouth, with a sickening bloody red smile.

    She pulled the dagger out. Her head hurt, her sight, blurry. Yet her ordeal was not over. She leaned far back, using her arms as supports. The headmaster then moved towards the girl, and knelt down beside her.

    "You have done well, you have restored honor to yourself, and to our school," he whispered softly.

    He then plunged his hand into her mutilated belly, grasping a handful of her guts. She barely managed to hold her scream, and her pose. The pain was horrid. Even worse, was the sickening feeling of having her guts torn out of her split belly.

    Once the headmaster had pulled out enough of her intestines to fill the bowl placed in front of the girl, he took the dagger, and stabbed her right below her left breast, into her heart.

    Asami felt a strange sensation as he stabbed her. It felt strangely pleasant, and cold. The pain started to fade, as did everything else. Her last thoughts, were of her family, and hoping that her suicide would restore their honor.
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    I'll continue the story a bit later while I figure out how to deal with the other 3, and as stated previously, feedback would be greatly appreciated.

    Thanks
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    No.4496 [Report]
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    I'm waiting for a model to finish meshing, so here's Risa's part, enjoy!



    Risa slowly opened the door. The principal was sat on his chair, and to her surprise, there were two security guards standing beside him.

    "Ah, Ms. Ikeda, we were just talking about you. I was about to ask these gentlemen to apprehend you, however you seem to have come to us," Pausing as he glanced down at the tanto in her hand, "And you're prepared as well I see. Splendid. I've already filed a report to the council outlining your transgressions, as well as that of one of our students. Is there anything you would like to say for yourself before your punishment?"

    Confused as to how he came to know, she asked, "Is this about sharing archived videos with one of our students? If so, then how did you know? I'm the only one with direct access to the database, and the database can only be accessed directly from the archives".

    "You're correct on all accounts, however I was not aware that you were distributing archived videos to the students. This is about your illicit relationship with one of our students, Laura. I'm not sure if you're aware, but we have had CCTV camera's installed on campus last month. One was also installed in your office. However, hearing your confession now, I'm not sure I can offer you the courtesy of allowing you to disembowel yourself; sharing such videos, to students no less, is truly disgusting," He snapped, angered by his employee's inappropriate actions, "Guards, restrain her, I will deal with her myself".

    The guards nodded, and moved towards Risa. She didn't resist, and calmly allowed them to restrain her hands, disarming her, and bringing her in front of the principal. He sighed, stood up, and took out a mat, and a bowl, ordering one of the guards to keep her standing on the center of the mat, while the other held the large, ornate ceramic bowl. He prodded her belly with his fingers, trying to find her navel. Having found it, he unbuttoned her shirt, only around her belly button. She watched his every move.

    "Remove her handcuffs, she won't resist," The principal said, as one of the guards quickly freed her hands, "Ms. Ikeda, hold your shirt like this. I will split your navel, and pull your entrails out of it. You will then stand in silence, awaiting your death. That will be your punishment, and repentance".

    A chill ran down her spine. She could last for hours, maybe even days before finally succumbing to a small wound such as that, not to mention the pain would be nigh unbearable. Yet, she smiled. At least it would be the end. She wouldn't have to suffer any more, she wouldn't make others suffer. She could finally be together with Laura, in death. She arched her back, and stuck her belly out, looking the principal straight in the eyes, signalling she was ready to begin. He unsheathed the tanto, inserting it into her slit-shaped navel. It was a perfect, albeit tight fit. Without warning, he pushed it in. Risa twitched. It didn't hurt as much as she thought. If anything it was somewhat pleasant. However, just as she began to enjoy the moment, he violently twisted the dagger, first left, then right. She almost keeled over, only getting held upright by the guard standing behind her. Blood was almost erupting out of the wound. The principal pulled the dagger out, and gave her a minute to compose herself.

    "So much for lasting a few days," She mumbled under her breath.

    The principal ignored her. The principal looked to the guard who was helping Risa to stand. The guard nodded. The principal took that as a sign to continue. He took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and took a pair of disposable latex gloves from one of his drawers. He inspected the incision. Twisting the knife around certainly expanded the wound, and the bleeding was profuse, to say the least. It was not a clean cut either, with the sides being visibly torn apart.

    "Spread your wound open," He commanded.

    Risa looked down in shock. She brought her hands to what was left of her navel, and slowly grabbed the torn edges. A sharp, burning sensation coursed through her belly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Following the principals orders, she began to slowly pull open the wound. The sound of skin and flesh beginning to tear only made her feel even worse. Her legs trembled, she felt sick. He shoved his hand into her stomach, grabbing a fistful of her guts. He yanked them out, her warm, slippery intestines, now being piled into a cold ceramic bowl. He did not stop, and the horrid pain, and strange tugging sensation she felt in her center made her feel sick. Looking down did not help. The sight of her guts being effortlessly unwound only added to her nausea.

    "Open the window, and get me the lighter fluid," The principal said softly.

    The guard who helped hold Risa up let her go, nearly causing her to fall over if she did not use what little strength she had to keep herself upright. He grabbed a large bottle of lighter fluid, and opened the large window behind the principals desk, just to the right of Risa. Satisfied with the quick response, he took the tanto once more, and cut her bowels free. The strange sensation in her midsection was soon replaced by a dull pain. Her entrails were neatly piled up in the ceremonial bowl, which was placed outside of the window. The principal, taking off the latex gloves, and disposing of them, took the lighter fluid, and poured a generous amount of it on her disembodied guts. He took an ornate lighter out of his pocket, and set them ablaze, as a strange, somewhat sweet smell began to fill the air. He turned to face the severely distressed Risa, then towards the guards.

    "Both of you, hold her up, make sure she doesn't struggle," He said, as he unzipped his pants, revealing his rather large erection.

    Risa looked in horror. He wouldn't. He did. He rammed his pulsating cock into her mutilated, empty belly. He was thrusting with extreme vigor, so much so that Risa couldn't keep the contents of her stomach down. She projectile vomited all over him. This angered him. He pulled out his dick from her torn navel, clearly dissatisfied by the lack of stimulation. One glance at the guards, and they brought her down to her knees.

    "If you bite, I'll tear your teeth out one by one," He snarled, rubbing his erection on her cheek.

    Risa was bawling, from the pain, the weakness caused by blood loss, and by the sudden, rather disturbing turn of events. She was being raped, and killed. At the very least, her honor would remain intact, what, with her guts already being spilled. Taking some solace in that, she accepted his cock, first wrapping her lips around the tip, slowly moving her head, back and forth. She gently licked the tip with her tongue, as he began to push deeper and deeper into her throat. Her tongue now lapped around his glans, as his dick pulsed, releasing his seed into her. Feeling satisfied, he pulled out. However, he was far from finished.

    "Tear her skirt off. I'm not done," He commanded, panting from the sweet release.

    As she coughed from the mix of blood and semen now in her mouth, she was pushed to the floor, as her skirt and panties were torn off, revealing her plump bum, and smooth, pinkish clit. He sat down behind her, lifted her up, and slowly lowered her ass onto his dick. She cried out in pain, as his large cock now perforated her anus.

    "Give me a hand-job," He whispered in her ear, "Shouldn't be too hard seeing as you have a nice hole in your belly to stick your hand through, eh?"

    She obeyed. She pushed her right hand in through the wound, homing in on what was left of her large intestine, which now served as nothing more but a glorified cock-sleeve. She grasped it tightly, as she began frothing at the mouth. She moved her hand in a piston-like motion, the uneven, slimy surface of her large intestine acting as an amazing stimulant combined with her hand motion. The sensation was out of this world. The principal was in high heaven, cumming again and again to the incredibly skilled hands and guts of Risa. It was not to last. Risa began to slow down, her breaths grew short. She welcomed the sweet release granted to her by death. Her life was never a beautiful lie, like that of others, allowing her one last smile, as she welcomed the harsh truth that is death.

    "You two may leave now. I will call you again to collect the body when I'm done with it," He said calmly, extracting Risa's hand from her belly, replacing it with his, as he continued to pleasure himself with her still-warm corpse.

    "Oh, and do call up Laura's parents. There's no need for this to be a public affair, just send a formal request for her to commit seppuku," He added.

    Maya and Laura, meanwhile, were enjoying themselves quite a lot, watching the latest video which Laura had procured today. A video that would lead to their untimely demise.



    The next update will be the last one, for Laura and Maya at least - I have two ideas for how to deal with the Naoki fan-club and the girls on the baseball team. One, would be for them to commit mass seppuku together, the same way Naoki did, with a cross-cut starting at the navel. The other, would again include a cross-cut starting at the navel, however this would be done in pairs, with the girls disemboweling one another or something, essentially combining Laura/Maya and Naoki's death, only on a mass scale.

    Thoughts?
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    No.4497 [Report]
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    A pity Laura didn't get to orgasm from masochistic pleasure. Good job with the imaginative details, though.
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    No.4498 [Report]
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    I would do the second idea for the club.

    And looking forward to Laura and Maya's joint seppuku, and seeing what they do.

    As for Luna, that's fine. I can link you to her article on the Gundam Wiki, if you think it may help.
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    No.4503 [Report]
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    Glad to see Risa was able to find satisfaction in her death, however brutal. The handjob reaching through her own guts was an especially nice touch.

    As for your request for feedback on ideas for Naoki's teammates and followers: Hmm. Maybe platonic friends could commit cross-cut seppuku in front of each other, while lovers and friends with benefits could disembowel each other?

    Maybe they could storm the principal's office and kill him for his part in Naoki's death. Then the vice-captain could give an on-camera speech advocating for a cultural shift towards committing seppuku as a form of fulfillment and reward the way Naoki viewed it (since it seems she deliberately crashed and burned so she could die in front of the school), rather than simply as a punishment. Then mass seppuku time!
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    Computer just crashed, and I'm going to have to re-write the last part of the story. Fuck.
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    No.4512 [Report]
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    Ouch.

    Well, I hope you can get it done soon. :)
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    No.4534 [Report]
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    > For the Evangelion request, I've got a somewhat interesting idea of how to handle the Gendo/Shinji interaction, that, and it might the first request I do since I'm more familiar with Evangelion, having seen the series and the rebuild movies.
    Looking forward to it! Though I hope you're not shitfing focus too much from the girls commiting seppuku to Gendo and Shinji, especially Gendo, cause fuck him, I've only mentioned him as an excuse to why Shinji doesn't commit seppuki with the girls. Unless you have a way for their presence in the story to enhance the fun of the girls' seppuku scene, of course.

    > Computer just crashed, and I'm going to have to re-write the last part of the story. Fuck.
    That's sad news. Dunno if it helps, but try to think of it as an opportunity to write it even better this time.
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    I ended up losing a bit more than the story, hence the delay. That aside, here's the re-written ending.



    Laura's parents were away for the week. The phone call from the school reached Laura directly. In an instant, her plans for the future, a path she thought had been set in stone, had now shattered like glass. She went back to her room, tears in her eyes. Maya, who was awaiting for Laura to return, immediately assumed the worst.

    "What's wrong? Did something happen to your parents? Is it about the videos you took from the archives?" Maya asked.

    "It's the videos. They found out. They'll send an official seppuku request by morning. They told me it would be better to get it over with now, so they could pick up the body and inform my family," She spoke, holding back her tears.

    A chill ran down Maya's spine. She sent Laura to get that video today. It shouldn't be Laura dying for this, it should have been her. Sadly, it was too late to change Laura's fate. What Maya could do, however, was to die with Laura, as a form of redemption, and apology.

    "I'll go with you," Maya blurted out, caught up in the moment, and probably not realizing what this meant, for both her, and Laura.

    Laura burst into tears, as she threw herself onto her bed. Maya lay down next to her, gently stroking Laura's belly.

    "I can't. I can't do it," Laura sobbed, "I'm scared".

    "Do me, then. I'll tell you what its like, just don't cut too much, 'kay? I think you'll still want me around while you open up your own tummy," Maya whispered.

    Without hesitation, Maya got off of the bed, and took her tanto from her bag. She threw the sheathed, rather tacky dagger towards Laura. This was Laura's first time seeing it, and it immediately changed the mood.

    "The fuck Maya, candy pink?" Laura said, unsheathing the blade, "Why is the blade pink! What did this poor tanto do to you?"

    "I thought it might make committing seppuku easier, what with it being such an eyesore that I'd WANT to die rather than be seen with it," Maya retorted, and laughed.

    "Right, get your ass over here before I decide to off myself from how tacky this thing looks," Laura said.

    Maya smiled softly, and went back onto the bed. She sat down between Laura's thighs, rubbing her rear against her friend and lovers crotch. Despite her calm outer appearance, her heart was racing. She was afraid. Who wouldn't be? But, she blamed herself for what Laura would have to go through. She saw this as the only way to redeem herself, and also show Laura just how much she loves her.

    "Guess you got bored of all the sex, huh?" Maya asked jokingly.

    "Well, I was always into snuff, and who said we can't have sex AFTER we're gutted?" Laura replied.

    She brought the horribly pink tanto to Maya's soft belly, near her left hip.

    "Ah, wait, not there. Start with my belly button, Naoki style," Maya said, just as Laura was about to puncture her soft belly.

    Laura moved the dagger to Maya's horizontal innie. The blade slid right into place, the tip just touching the pit of Maya's navel. Laura paused to admire just how perfectly it slotted in. It was almost as if Maya's navel was a secondary sheath for the tanto. Maya arched her back, feeling the tanto put pressure on her navel, and raised her hands above her head, signalling she was ready. Laura began to push. The pressure slowly built, as the tanto began to tear through skin, slowly making its way into the depths of Maya's soft, deep belly button. Laura kept the pressure up, as Maya's navel soon gave way, the dagger sliding smoothly in, blood flowing neatly in a single stream down Maya's belly.

    "T-that feels, great," Maya said. She was lying. She was in a tremendous amount of pain, but she would do whatever it takes to make it easier for Laura, when her time comes.

    Laura moved the blade around, slowly gyrating it around her partners navel, before starting to saw left. Maya moaned and groaned, trying her best to make it sound sexual, and not pained. She somehow managed to make it work, as Laura slipped her free hand down Maya's pants, providing some minor relief, in the form of sexual stimulation. She sawed and fingered Maya in unison. Once she broke free of Maya's navel, she simply slid the dagger across with minimal effort. Tear's poured down Maya's cheeks. Yet she knew that this was just the start. There were 3 more cuts left to make.

    Laura repeated the procedure to the right this time, cutting a grim blood-red smile into Maya's tummy. Then, she stopped. She lay the dagger aside, and moved in front of the eviscerated girl.

    "My turn, cut down my midriff," Laura said.

    Maya grasped the dagger with both hands. She had to make the full cut before she grew too weak, as then Laura would suffer unnecessarily. Laura slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her smooth, pale belly. Despite her injuries, Maya couldn't resist. She dug straight in. Her tongue ravishing Laura's navel, before using her tongue to mark how she would proceed with the cut. With Laura's help, she placed the dagger just below Laura's sternum, before quickly pushing it in. Laura winced. This hurt a hell of a lot more then how Maya portrayed it. Maybe it would get better when it got to her navel. Maybe it would just get worse. She honestly didn't want to find out.

    "Fuck, Maya, that really hurts," She said through gritted teeth.

    Ignoring her complaints, Maya started to pull the tanto downwards, the sound of skin tearing, and flesh splitting open causing Laura to feel sick. It only got worse when Maya got to her navel. The sawing motion made her feel nauseous. She grabbed onto the tanto, stopping Maya. They looked one another in the eyes, before tearing the tanto downwards in unison. The violent tearing caused Laura to puke, and spill out some entrails. Realizing that their time was severely limited now, Maya pushed Laura down.

    "Remember that one hentai manga we read, where the girls gut each other, and literally eat each other out?" Maya said slowly, trying hard to form articulated sentences, "Lets fucking do it. It's gonna be fucking wild".

    Laura just nodded. Maya, holding her belly, moved on top of Laura. This was one very, very twisted 69. Once they were both happy with their position, Maya let go of her belly, spilling blood and guts on Laura's face; and at the same time, started to lick, bite and chew on Laura's belly and guts. Laura retaliated, pulling Maya's guts out with her teeth, as she started pushing into the wound. Maya pushed her belly onto Laura, making it easier for her to mutilate. Following Laura's lead, Maya began tearing into her lover's stomach. Much like a wild beast feasting on its live prey's soft innards, so too did Laura and Maya feast upon each other. The pain driving both into a primal frenzy, as they ripped and tore each others bellies apart, sending bits of flesh and guts all over. Maya, finally getting through enough guts, found Laura's vagina. In her frenzy, she began biting, and chewing into it, only to find Laura had done the same to her. They drove one another to bloody orgasm after another. Finally, after there was nothing save for a few stray loops of entrails, and mutilated vagina's in both of them, they stopped. Maya rolled off of Laura, turning around, so as not to stare into what was left of Laura's pussy. Their eyes met.

    "That... sucked," Laura whispered.

    Maya nodded, "Lets tear our hearts out. Get this over with," she said, her voice trembling in pain, and fear of what was to come.

    Laura complied. They inserted their hands through the incisions on their bellies. Finding each others hearts, they began to make out. Their tongues intertwining for the last time. Never breaking their kiss, they both grasped and pulled with all their strength. Their hearts, in each others hands, belly to belly, they never opened their eyes.



    The end, and stuff. That took a bit longer to write than I'd wanted, but I think it turned out quite a bit better than the previous ending, i.e. less filler text and more of the lovely, sexy and gory action.

    I also just got an idea for the epilogue, that I had to write down, in case I end up forgetting. The vice-captain of the baseball team will get her team members, and fans of Naoki, to rush the presidents office, where they will restrain him while she commits seppuku, then strangles him with her entrails, before cutting some more, followed by everyone else committing mass seppuku, in various, and in some cases rather entertaining ways.

    >Looking forward to it! Though I hope you're not shitfing focus too much from the girls commiting seppuku to Gendo and Shinji, especially Gendo, cause fuck him, I've only mentioned him as an excuse to why Shinji doesn't commit seppuki with the girls. Unless you have a way for their presence in the story to enhance the fun of the girls' seppuku scene, of course.

    I was thinking something along the lines of when it's Shinji's turn to commit seppuku, he just laughs at the already disemboweled Rei and Asuka, before Gendo walks in, with two Rei clones, or something along those lines. I actually really liked Gendo's character in Evangelion. Really determined to get what he wanted, and in getting what he thought was best for humanity.
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    Oh, and I forgot to mention, the last part was inspired by an actual hentai manga I read by Uziga Waita. I'm not sure if it was Waita's work though, since it was in a compilation, but it basically had two schoolgirls de-breast each other, then gut one another, followed by eating one another's guts in a gory 69. The ending was a overdone in the manga, so I did tone it down a bit, (not really a fan of brain play).
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    Good job with Laura and Maya's ends.
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    PINK TANTO

    THAT WAS MY FAVORITE DETAIL OMG
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    Enjoyed Laura and Maya's ends, too, and yeah, liked the Pink Tanto.

    Looking forward to the epilogue. :D
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    That was easily my favorite Waita Uziga work. Not that there's much competition as the ladies don't enjoy dying in most of his work. But given that, that one story stands out as a gem.

    Great ending. It was heartwarming how dedicated Maya was to Laura. Kinda wish they'd gotten a chance to enjoy the video before doing themselves in, but still, loved the inspired gut munching and gory kiss. Maya kissing Laura's stomach to mark the point of dagger entry was very erotic foreplay for me.

    That epilogue sounds like a great way to give this series the happy ending it deserves. Maybe the students could use the CCTV network to record it, and have a volunteer grab the data from the archive room and broadcast it?

    In any case, take some time to flesh the story out. I know handling multiple characters tends to require more writing than one or two.

    When it comes time to write my request, if you aren't familiar with Kill la Kill...are you familiar with Avatar: The Last Airbender?
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    That was my favorite Waita Uziga story as well. Not that there was much competition, as the people dying typically don't enjoy their deaths in Uziga's stories. That said, the story you are referring to I hold in high regard.

    Wonderful ending. Laura's devotion to her lover was heartwarming, and kissing Maya's belly and marking the point of entry with her tongue before gutting her was erotic foreplay. The eye contact between Maya and Laura before they finished the cut together was the moment I went from liking to loving the story, and chomping on each other's guts and vaginas from the inside was wonderfully gory. Also really appreciated that they got to make out as they died.

    Your epilogue idea sounds very promising! Take some time to flesh that one out. I know handling more characters requires more writing to keep it from feeling rushed. Maybe they could use the CCTV network to record everything, then have a volunteer retrieve it from the archive room and broadcast it?

    For my Kill la Kill story when you get to it...if you're not familiar with it, would it be easier to write a story about Avatar: The Last Airbender? I wouldn't mind replacing my previous request with one from that universe. A last great threesome between Azula, Mai and Tai Lee before they kill themselves and each other.
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    That was a nice ending.

    > I was thinking something along the lines of when it's Shinji's turn to commit seppuku, he just laughs at the already disemboweled Rei and Asuka, before Gendo walks in, with two Rei clones, or something along those lines. I actually really liked Gendo's character in Evangelion. Really determined to get what he wanted, and in getting what he thought was best for humanity.
    So are you going with the JSSDF scenario, or something different? Cause in JSSDF scenario Rei clones have all been destroyed before, and Gendo is most probably shot on sight with the rest of the NERV staff. And even if it's some other scenario, if you ask me, including Rei's clones in the story only diminishes the finiteness of Rei's death. Also, what's with Shinji laughing at disemboweled girls? That sounds just rude. Let him admire them. Admire the show and admire the girl's resolve to do it.
    I know I'm already complaining before you've even written the story, but the things you say just don't sound right to me.
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    Bump in hope of the Epilogue coming soon. :)
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    EPILOGUE Part 1



    The last day of school, marking the beginning of high school life for some, and the end for others, which in some cases, quite literally marked the end of their life. This year however, would be quite special. The end of year fair organised by the school was not going to be the main attraction this time around. Some of the students had a slightly different, more bloody plan. The students who were part of the baseball team, along with the photography and media clubs, had drawn up a plan that would end up shaking the current establishment to its core. The ringleader of this movement, was Naoki Hara's closest friend, and vice captain of the baseball team - Yuki Tsukino.

    Yuki was the polar opposite of Naoki, she was decent at baseball, though currently a bench-warmer, only acting as vice-captain due to her uplifting, cheerful nature, as well as being very good at the day to day management of the club, something Naoki despised. She was also excellent at planning large-scale events, however this year she stepped down from that role. She had other ideas.

    "Did you get the balaclavas?" Yuki whispered, asking one of her club members.

    The girl simply nodded, and motioned for Yuki to follow her. It took a few minutes getting from the school yard to the gym storage room, however, as ordered, the girl had obtained a large number of balaclavas, along with rope, high-end photography and recording gear, and most importantly, although very poorly hidden under gym mats, about 3 dozen katanas.

    "Oh dear, that's a rather poor hiding spot," Yuki said, giggling, "I'm sure you could have done, much, better".

    The other girls expression turned grim. Yuki slowly grabbed a sheathed katana, bringing it to the girl.

    "Take it. Oh, and remember to be quiet, wouldn't want anyone to find out about this little party we're planning until its too late," she whispered into the girls ear, her hands massaging the girls belly.

    Yuki stepped back, looking expectantly at her subordinate. The girl quickly unsheathed the katana, dropped to one knee, and without breaking eye contact, plunged the blade into her round navel. Wasting no time, she almost threw herself against the floor, impaling herself on the sword with a rather audible grunt. She had lost all sensation in her legs. The sword had managed to damage her spine, leaving her partially paralyzed, awaiting a slow death.

    "Good girl," Yuki said, kneeling down next to the mortally wounded girl, giving her a sloppy, long kiss as goodbye, "I'll be back with the others in about 2 hours. Have fun~".

    Yuki left the room, making sure to lock the door behind her. She sighed. Today would be her last day as well, in fact, everyone who came to school today will, if everything goes as planned, be dead before the day is out. She looked down at her body, remembering the times she spent with Naoki, as well as other club members, (something she never mentioned to Naoki of course). She loved how the uniform accentuated her hourglass figure, and how it attracted the loving eyes of her schoolmates. Soon, those eyes will be filled with terror. Getting wet at the thought, she went back into the storage room, much to her underlings surprise, and took out a small vibrator.

    "I lied! I felt bad for leaving you all by yourself, so I thought I'd give you something to play with," She whispered suggestively, as she took off her panties, and lifted her skirt, baring her clean-shaven clit, before shoving it into the girls face.

    The feeling of a wet, warm tongue lapping up her juices sent her over the edge, as she gave the vibrator a few good licks, getting it wet, before plugging it into her slit-shaped belly button, thrusting it in and out with vigor. There was a strange, choking sensation in her chest, fear of what was to come, anxiety even. Yet, she pushed it aside, enjoying the moment.



    Sorry for the delay, and sorry for writing such a short teaser of sorts for whats coming in the epilogue, but I've been incredibly busy for the past few days. I do have some time off now so I'll get back to writing after a little rest.

    As for the Eva story, I can see where you're coming from with the Rei clones, and honestly, I might go for the JSSDF scenario honestly, it makes setting up the seppuku scenes that bit easier.

    I've never watched anything related to Avatar, sorry, and I know even less about it than I know about Gundam. I can still do the KLK story if you want, I'm sort of familiar with the plot and the characters. Any other suggestions are also welcome.
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    So, the baseball team is planning to kill everyone with the help of the photography and media clubs? Or at least get them all to kill themselves?

    That'll be interesting - I look forward to seeing the epilogue continue.

    As for more suggestions, do you think you could do a story featuring Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca from Final Fantasy 12? Or perhaps Taki from the Soul Calibur Series?
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    If you're even more unfamiliar with Avatar, then the Kill la Kill story will do just fine. :) Satsuki grew up being molested by her mother, so playing into that how familiar the incest aspect feels as she has sex with her sister seems appropriate, except that now she is free to enjoy the thrill of it.

    Actually, no need for Mako. Go with Nonon, Satsuki's best friend since kindergarden. She can die first before the sisters kill each other. Remember that Kill la Kill characters are capable of taking a lot of punishment before they die. Please write them enjoying it, mixing sex and death together.


    I love the preview to this epilogue. Instant fan of the nameless surbordinate who was ready and willing to die at her vice-captain's implied wishes, and of Tsukino for her perky approach to death and her consideration for the dying girl's pleasure. Also appreciate the reference to the Tsukino's past sexual adventures with Naoki and others. Fear can be a potent spice if used right, so long as it's combined with a willing, aroused participant. Tsukino seems downright eager, so I have no worries there.

    I'm guessing the photography and media clubs will be joining the baseball team in dying erotically once they share their work with the world. Sounds great.

    Concerns:
    I'm a little worried about how much focus is going to be on the non-consensual killings of schoolgirls. Non-consensual stuff is a turn-off for me personally. I hope some come around to the idea and join the party. Also, why do the plotters need balaclavas for? None of the them are planning on being alive by the end of this.
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    EPILOGUE Part 2



    15 minutes to the assembly. The cameras had all been set up, and connected. There were only two things left to do, hijack a local TV network into broadcasting the events that would take place, and actually carrying out said events. The former would be carried out by the media club president, Rin Iwata.

    "So when are you gonna -"

    "Shh. I'm working," Rin hissed, taking her eyes off the screen for a mere second to glare at Yuki.

    Realizing that she is clearly not wanted here, Yuki decided to leave Rin to hijacking the network. She didn't particularly like working with her, what with Rin's short temper, anti-social attitude and rather plain looks. It really wasn't unusual for Yuki to dislike people purely based on how they looked, but with Rin, she despised the girl, and yet, here they were, working together. Partly due to a common interest, but mostly because Yuki desperately needed Rin's particular skill-set to truly get her message across.

    Yuki exited the media club closet, and as per Rin's request, locked and barred the door. She wouldn't need to leave anyway. She quickly made her way to the gym, avoiding any patrolling security guards along the way, as getting caught now could lead to disaster. Taking her time to not get caught, she made it to the gym. Her club members were all present, save for the poor girl who's mistake nearly got them caught.

    "Good to see everyone's here, and in uniform too! My own sexy special forces, how adorable," Yuki chimed.

    Several of the girls cringed, and who could blame them? Yuki's cringe-inducing statements aside, they were all neatly lined up, wearing their 'uniforms' as per Yuki's request, waiting for the show to begin.

    "The principals speech will begin in exactly 5 minutes. As always, there are going to be 2 guards outside the main entrance, and 1 guard stationed at each of the two fire exits. We need to take them out, and secure any exit point from the assembly hall. Once we've got that done, we should deal with the principal and staff members, the students are last, save for any that decide to play hero and interfere. You all know your designated squads, and my apologies to squad C who is now short a member, but don't worry about it too much, you're in the main hall anyway. You all now your positions, now move out!" Yuki yelled out enthusiastically, not caring whether or not she would be heard. It was already too late.

    They could have done without her speech, they knew what they were supposed to do, they've been over it a few times, but it instilled a sense of calm, helping to mask the fear of death, of killing, both others and oneself. They split into their designated teams, and without saying a word, marched off on a one way mission.

    Yuki watched them leave the gym, she had stayed behind however. She won't be taking part in the bloodshed, rather, she would stay behind with 2 members of the photography club. Not only would they set up a camera to record her, but they would be taking countless pictures of her slowly, sensually gutting herself, snuffing out the flame of life. These two would possibly be the only two surviving members of the school body, something Yuki planned out quite carefully, to ensure that there would be multiple channels of spreading the video/photo's of the 'event'.

    Yuki took a deep breath, "Alright, is everything set up? Make sure to stream this live, save a recording, and also take a lot of pictures, no flash of course, that would ruin the recording, so that you can fully capture every moment of me committing seppuku," she said softly.

    "So, are you gonna change first or will you make it painfully obvious that this is an amateur shoot? You already sent most of our members off so don't expect miraculous post processing on anything," one of the girls said.

    Yuki nodded, somehow managing to ignore someones criticism, another first for her. She had a special two piece yukata-like outfit made for her, one that would bare her entire midsection. This was practical for the purpose at hand, as well as looking quite attractive on her. That, and she wouldn't have to show more skin than necessary, maintaining an elegant, dignified look. At least, as dignified and elegant as one can possibly look while splitting themselves open. She slowly dressed herself, as if trying to delay the inevitable, trying to build up the courage to not only kill herself, but to do so live, while also delivering a speech prior to her suicide, alas, time was not on her side. She had to begin, and soon.

    "I'm ready"



    The armed teams were moving in on their target, swords drawn, wordlessly taking cover from the guards, avoiding being seen until they were well within a safe, silent kill zone. There were 6 teams in total, each one comprising of 6 members, save for 1 team which was down a member. 4 teams would rush the main entrance, while the other two would handle the two fire exits.

    Their outfits, as chosen by the ringleader, Yuki, were somewhat nonsensical given the time and nature of the operation - dark blue balaclavas, long-sleeve turtlenecks, with black leather gloves, and dark olive cargo pants, with the school standard black running shoes. The squad 'leaders' were also equipped with radio comms. Great for when you actually need to be stealthy and perfectly coordinated, and have your identity hidden, but as they would be going on a one-way trip, it really was mostly just elaborate role-play, something to make them feel more comfortable with what they were about to do.

    The 4 teams that were to storm the main entrance were now in position. They waited for the guards to look away from the corridor before a few members from each squad charged in, quickly dispatching the guards with swift stabs and slashes to the chest and throat.

    "Main entrance clear," One of the captains said.

    Within a minute, two more replies came in. The fire exits were secured, and were being barricaded. Those squads would stay behind, split up into 3 groups, and guard the main entrance, and the barricaded fire exits, ensuring that this was a full enclosure. With the entire school being blissfully unaware of what was to befall them, they all sat down, waiting for the principals speech.

    "Good afternoon students, teachers, supporting staff. Today, I would like to congratulate all of you on yet another successful year in our schools history. I stand here, filled with pride -"

    The principals speech, was cut off. The sudden influx of masked, armed assailants caused him to freeze up with fear.

    "Everyone remain seated! Do not interfere or you will be executed on the spot," a voice rang out through the speaker system. It was Rin. Everything was going as planned so far, and everything was being broadcast live. She even took the liberty of ddos-ing the police network to ensure success.

    A dozen of the armed girls ran up to the podium, two quickly flanked the principal, and brought him to his knees. A third girl, turned towards a camera, as she lifted her shirt, baring her belly. She turned her katana towards herself, as she quickly dropped to one knee, before plunging the katana into her belly. She stopped to savor the moment, as every student watched in both horror, and a sense of curiosity, as to what would happen next. She gripped the blade tighter, as she began to draw it along her lower belly, slowly opening up a red smile on her midsection. It didn't take long for her to split herself open. She was mortally wounded, but it was not sufficient for her to lose her strength just yet. Tossing the bloodstained katana aside, she stood up, and slowly hobbled behind the principal, before standing at attention, hands resting behind her back, head raised high. One of the two girls who was restraining the principal moved towards her, and pushed her hand into the wound, grabbing a loop of entrails, before pulling out. She then began wrapping the entrails around the principals arms, tying them together tightly. She pulled out more entrails, this time tying his legs together. Finally, using quite possibly the last few loops of entrails, she wrapped them around his throat, all the while he yelped and sobbed, begging for mercy. She began to pull on them, slowly choking the man. His face turned red, then purple, and finally, a strange shade of blue, before he finally went limp. The girl who gutted herself to provide the necessary tools to execute him, fell to her knees. Her two assistants, rather mercifully, beheaded her.

    The students watched in awe. The fear they felt was slowly turning into morbid curiosity. A few even felt aroused. It was no secret that seppuku was considered erotic by some, however until now it was always used as the ultimate form of punishment, with one committing seppuku for no valid reason generally being seen as only slightly better than committing suicide in any other way. Today however, they would certainly be given the chance to experience this almost forbidden pleasure, willingly or not.

    The teachers that were present, only 4 of them, and only the new, young ones that just joined the school, looked at the scene in horror. This would most certainly end up being a massive bloodshed, and yet, they were powerless to stop it.

    "You four, move to the front of the podium. Now," One of the armed girls said.

    The teachers followed. There was no point in fearing the inevitable at this point. They knew they were going to die. All that was left, was to die well. They lined up neatly, as they awaited further instruction.

    "Bare your bellies, you will die by assisted seppuku".

    A moments hesitation, followed by complete compliance. They promptly unbuttoned their blouses, and unzipped their skirts, baring their vulnerable midsections for all to see. Their only reprieve, would be that they would be long gone, before they saw the true bloodshed begin.



    Slightly longer, and hopefully more interesting than the previous part, I'll try and finish everything off by Saturday, but no promises. Hope you guys like this part, and Lorekeeper, don't worry, non-consensual snuff is generally something I dislike as well, and I tried to avoid it with the general setting and background, though I'm sure that while everyone has currently accepted their fate, and will willingly follow the instructions of their assailants at this point, it isn't completely consensual either. I'm not really sure how to put this into words but for some of the characters its something between consensual and non-consensual, if that's even possible.

    Blau, I'm really not familiar with final fantasy, but I did play a lot of Soul Calibur when I was younger - possibly one of my favorite fighting game series, save for Tekken, so Taki is definitely a possibility!
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    Well, definitely looking interesting so far. :)

    And definitely hope to see Taki at some point.

    Also, may I ask what game and anime franchises you are most familiar with? It would be easier for me to make suggestions if I had a picture of your interests, so I could know if and where they coincide with mine. :D
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    This will be awesome!

    I get why they wanted the masks now. It was a really cool scene. Hope the girls take them off when they kill themselves/each other though. More romantic that way.

    I get what you mean by a middle ground between consent and non-consent. It's difficult for that to work for me, but a few authors have managed to get me to like that stuff. Kynk99, aka Erotic Kynk, was the best at it. At least in her case, it was when characters got into a mental space where the outside force was part of the sexual death experience for them. It tended to be because they were raped in the past, and wanted to relive the experience and die like they wanted to the first time.
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    The latest scene is awesome.
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    Blau, my favorite anime are Code Geass, Gurren Lagann, Arpeggio of Blue Steel, Girls und Panzer, Fate Zero, Kara no Kyoukai, and Chrome Shelled Regios to name a few, (this list could go on for quite a bit, as I tend to not be very good at selecting a single favorite for anything). As for games, my absolute favorite is Warcraft. I loved the whole concept, and until more recent expansions for World of Warcraft, the storytelling. I also really enjoyed the Souls series, particularly Dark souls 1. Then there's Valkyria chronicles, that had quite a nice story. I also played a lot of Tekken and Soul Calibur, and more recently Street Fighter. Most games I play tend to lean more towards RTS', such as AoE II, Starcraft 1 and 2, or open world RPG's like Skyrim and Fallout 4.

    Anyway, back to the story.



    Epilogue Part 3



    Yuki's hands were trembling, her throat felt dry, yet she sat in a specially prepared stage, mimicking a traditional Japanese room, with the cameras positioned in such a way that none of the gym was captured. In front of Yuki there was a small maroon pillow, on which an elegant, sheathed black tanto laid.

    "Is everything set up?" Yuki asked.

    Both of her assistants, if you could call them that, nodded. They were ready to begin filming, streaming and photographing. Yuki took a few long, deep breaths to calm herself, raised her head and smiled at the camera, signalling that she was ready to begin.

    "Good afternoon everyone! I'm Yuki Tsukino, your host. I would like to begin by highlighting a key issue with modern day Japan. Seppuku. More specifically, the use of seppuku as a punishment. I, and no doubt many others out there, see the eroticism and sexuality of the act. Of willingly ending ones existence, in a slow and excruciating manner, the ultimate masochistic thrill! Today, I will be demonstrating just one of the many ways you can commit seppuku, and hopefully, help change your outdated view on this form of suicide," She chimed, maintaining a steady and calm appearance.

    Yuki bowed deeply, before grasping the dagger as she straightened back out. She lowered her gaze to her stomach. She unsheathed the tanto, grasping it's handle tightly with her right, while she massaged her lower belly with her left. She took her time, slowly rubbing her soft midsection, slowly centering around her navel. She wanted to experience what Naoki did, a slow, erotic death. Fear eventually gave way to curiosity. Unsheathing the tanto, she brought it to her navel, resting it against the pit, cutting edge facing upwards.

    "My closest friend, Naoki Hara, had chosen to die in this way. It was a beautiful sight, to watch her bloom, then perish with grace," Yuki said.

    She took a deep breath, arching her back slightly, as she raised her head. Her eyes focused on a small sliver of sky visible through the small windows close to the ceiling of the gym, before finally closing them tightly, as she began to slide the blade in.



    Of the four teachers present today, was the schools youngest teacher, Mizuki Sato, a fresh graduate out of university, only 22 years of age. A petite young woman, in her prime, waiting her turn to be cut down. Two of her colleagues had already met their demise, having been gutted in front of the entire student body, and most of the world, though she was not aware of the latter. Tears poured down her cheeks, as a single question kept coming to her mind. Why? Why was this happening? What would anyone hope to gain by doing this?

    "Hey, she's kinda cute, is she that new teacher? I think I've seen her around a few times," one of the masked girls asked, ignoring the fact that Mizuki could hear her.

    Seeing this as possibly her only chance out, Mizuki replied, "I-I joined at the start of this s-semester. I just received my degree, and there was an -".

    She was cut off, but not by the sharp blade of a katana, rather, by the soft, moist tongue of the girl she was talking to. The masked girl forced herself onto the young Mizuki, groping her, touching her in places the girl never felt another's hands before.

    "Hey Ms. Sato, wanna die together? You're really cute and It'd be a waste to just kill you," She whispered.

    Mizuki was stunned. She was quite intelligent, and it didn't take her long to put two and two together. The purpose of this attack, it wasn't a targeted assault on the principal or the staff, these girls wanted to die. They wanted to take her, and everyone else, with them. A sense of despair fell over Mizuki. There was no saving herself. There was no chance of saving anyone here. The only comfort she had, was that her killer had taken a liking to her, and would die with her. At the very least, she wouldn't be alone.

    "Oi, someone pass me a tanto, gonna need something short - oh sweet, thanks".

    The girl was thrown a tanto by one of the spectating students. It was a plain old thing, but well maintained, and the handle was smooth and polished. Perfect for what was to come. However, the girl wanted a taste of the petite Mizuki's body first. Killing her wasn't the top priority. She stripped her naked, before having a taste of her small, supple breasts, teasing Mizuki's nipples with her tongue, before lightly nibbling on them. This greatly aroused the young woman, even more so when the girl moved her hand down to her groin, and began to massage her already moist clit. With her free hand the girl stripped off her balaclava.

    "You taste delicious, Ms. Sato," The girl said, as she moved her tongue down her midriff.

    She paused right before getting to Mizuki's T-shaped innie. The girl plunged her nose right in, sniffing in hard. It smelled like peaches. Mizuki couldn't help but laugh at the sudden nasal intrusion into her navel, it tickled her so very much, but she couldn't really do anything about it. The tickling however soon turned into a pleasant, warm tingling that spread to her loins, as the girl replaced her nose with her tongue, as if using all of her senses to make sure that this was the correct spot for the tanto to slide into. She teased Mizuki with her tongue for a while longer, before pulling away.

    "Lets meet again on the other side, 'kay?" She said, catching Mizuki off-guard as she rammed the tanto into her belly button.

    Mizuki could only reply with a pained grunt. The girl let go of the tanto, leaving it standing upright in Mizuki's belly, as she began to lick and suck the handle, making it as wet as she possibly could, before kneeling over it, spreading her pussy open, and sliding the handle in.

    "Ah, that feels amazing~".

    She began to sway her hips back and forth, fucking the tanto, and Mizuku's belly button. Each motion of her hips caused the blade to slowly saw open the stretchy, tough scar tissue of Mizuki's navel. The tanto's handle, with only her saliva as lubricant, felt incredible. It hurt, but it felt so, so good. Strangely enough, even Mizuki was starting to enjoy it. She never felt so aroused, feeling the sharp steel edge scrape against her flesh, before pulling back, only to come full force and tear further and deeper. Her body turned the pain into pure, sexual, pleasure. She was moaning louder than her killer, as she was having her intestines stirred by the gyrating tanto. Eventually, the blade broke free from the constraints of her navel, and began to slide up her well-defined midriff, slice by slice. Blood streamed down her sides, pooling under her midsection, as she was having the orgasm of a lifetime. The girl on top, having had her share of pleasure however, decided it was her own turn now. She got off of the tanto, slowly pulling it out, as she sat down on Mizuki.

    "My turn. You're not wasted yet, right? Do me the same way, kinda, just cut down this time".

    Mizuki nodded, still euphoric. Grasping the tanto with both hands, she plunged it into the girls belly button, before pulling downwards with full force.

    "Oh fuck me. Argh. Fuck. Not anywhere, near, as fucking, great, as it looks, holy shit," The girl said through gritted teeth.

    Mizuki didn't care. She was enjoying this. She felt great. What this person felt, was of no concern, after all, it was her that wanted Mizuki dead. Once she felt she cut far enough, she tore the dagger out, replacing it with her fist. She rammed her fist into the wound on the girls stomach, before she pulled out a handful of guts which she then began to stuff inside her own belly. The force of the 'punch' and the sensation of having her guts pulled out of her toppled the girl over onto Mizuki. Seeing this as possibly her only chance of getting some pleasure out of this ordeal, the girl locked lips with Mizuki, and attempted to guide one of Mizuki's hands to her crotch, however unluckily for her, Mizuki had other plans. She wanted to play with her guts, and she was going to do just that. Accepting her fate, the girl wrapped her arms around Mizuki, who was taking great pleasure in rummaging through the contents of her midsection. With both of them intertwined, they kissed, til the girl finally had enough, slitting Mizuki's, and then her own throat, finally putting an end to her suffering, and Mizuki's pleasure.

    As Mizuki's thoughts began to fade, she thought, "See you on the other side, kid".



    Rin watched all of the events unfold, having done her part, she was free to do as she wished, provided it ended with her death. She was leaning back against the closet, laptop conveniently placed on her lap, as her attention turned to her own chubby little belly. She was sat in such a way that her belly was bulging out in 3 little rolls. She was by no means overweight, she just had a bit of baby fat which her inactive lifestyle never really got rid of. She gently brought her left hand to massage her plump tummy, as she realized she had forgotten her tanto outside, and yet, here she was, locked in a closet.

    "Fuck," She mumbled, her eyes looking around the dark space.

    Looking around for a minute, she eventually came to the following conclusion. She could either break the laptop, and try to gut herself with the remains of the screen, use a pair of screwdrivers to impale, and then pry open her deep, horizontal innie, or use a razor blade to slowly slice herself open. Pondering on her options, she eventually settled on the razor blade, for two reasons, the first, being that it was actually sharp, and would cut properly, and two, it was within arms reach, and she wouldn't need to exert herself at all to get it.

    "This is really gonna sting," She said, taking a deep breath.

    This wasn't going to be quick, in fact, this could well be the slowest form of seppuku one could possibly commit, and the most painful. The razor was nowhere near large enough to slice into her stomach cavity in one go, she would have to repeatedly cut into herself, scoring her flesh ever deeper to get to her target. If only she remembered to bring her tanto with her. She set the laptop aside and grabbed onto the lowermost belly roll.

    "Maybe I can get in easier through my belly button," Rin thought, sliding a finger in.

    She had decided then. She would saw her navel open with a razor blade, but first, she wasn't going to let herself die without having a bit of fun first. Turning her eyes back to her laptop screen, she slid one hand down her skirt, as she slid two fingers into her pussy. She began to rub herself inside, as well as finger-fuck her navel, while she watched on screen the erotic double suicide of a masked girl, and one of the teachers.



    Here's the almost final part, next time, Yuki, the rest of the school, Rin, and a special surprise. Enjoy.
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    Man, really liking what's happening. :)

    Looking forward to the ending.

    Also, I know CG, GL, F/Z, and (barely) GuP in the Anime department, and I like VC, Soul Calibur, and the Starcraft series when it comes to games.

    So... think you might be able to do a Kallen story at some point?
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    Epilogue Part 4



    Yuki winced, as the sharp tip of the tanto began to pierce through the pit of her navel. It was a strange sensation, painful, yet arousing. Was this why Naoki chose to die in such a slow, agonizing way? She put more pressure on the tanto, suddenly feeling it slip inside her. The stinging sensation was replaced with a dull throbbing, both in her stomach, and her loins. She gently moved the blade in a circular motion, slowly spreading open the wound. The tanto had entered just deep enough to pierce through her, but not far enough to get entangled within her bowels - perfect for a slow, prolonged death. She grabbed hold of the handle with both hands, as she pulled upwards. The top rim of her navel held for a while, before giving way with a satisfying squelch, as the blade tore through it, sliding into the soft flesh above. The pain, and pleasure, began to build. Her breaths grew shorter, and she broke into a cold sweat. It felt as if time itself had slowed down. She could feel each droplet of sweat roll down her back, her neck, her belly. It was such a surreal sensation.

    Yuki continued to slide the knife upwards, her midriff acting as a guideline for the cutting edge. With a single pulling motion, she had managed to open herself up, from navel to sternum. Pausing, as she tried to keep herself from feeling nauseous, she looked down to admire her handiwork. A clean, straight cut, just deep enough to go into her stomach cavity. Perfect. Savoring the sight a while longer, she eventually slid the knife back into the bottom of the wound, twisting it till the cutting edge faced right. It took much less effort to break free from the constraints of her mutilated navel this time around, as she neatly sliced through her midsection. Once more she pulled the knife out, and placed it back into the remains of her belly button, and cut left. Her hands were now trembling, her breaths ragged, inconsistent, and yet she did not falter. This is how her lover died, and this is how she would die.

    "Final cut," Yuki mumbled.

    Yuki brought the tanto back to its starting position, as she tucked her skirt under her knees. With her back still arched, she pushed the tanto downwards, as she felt the pressure building inside her suddenly relieved. The cross cut was complete. She set the tanto to her side, and leaned back as far as she could, resembling a contortionist, save for the gaping wound in her belly. She slid one hand under her skirt, finally having the time to pleasure herself, as she awaited the sweet embrace of death. Almost an hour passed, before the pain started to take over. What little there was left of the pleasure from before was now gone. Realizing that it was all downhill from here, she reached for the tanto, grasping it tightly with what little of her strength she had left, and brought it to her throat.

    "Please wait for me, Naoki," Yuki whispered, as she slit her throat with a smile.



    The last teacher remaining looked on in horror. This was a suicidal orgy, and she was going to be part of it, whether she liked it or not. Unluckily for her, she wasn't well liked by most of the students, mostly for her stern attitude, and penchant for sending more students to their death in a single semester than the entire schools average for a whole year. All eyes now turned to her.

    "You're the cunt who got my sister to commit seppuku on her birthday," One of the masked girls snarled, slamming her katana into the woman's bare belly.

    The teacher was in shock. The pain was horrendous. Was this what every student she condemned went through? The cold steel of the katana was now wedged in her lower belly. The girl yanked it out, causing the teacher to spin around like a marionette, as her bowels started flying out in all directions. She deserved this. This was the only thing going through her mind. She deserved this at least. To feel the pain of disembowelment. The humiliation of being gutted alive, in front of everyone you knew. She hated the pain, and yet, she did not try to fight back, nor resist. She quietly took it all.

    "I'm not done yet, bitch".

    A foot came crashing down onto her wounded belly. The pain was excruciating. She couldn't hold back a blood-curdling scream. Yet her mind still thought of the pain she had condemned her students to. This is something they went through, dozens of them. Did she really have the right to force them to commit seppuku? Regardless, she was no longer in control. Her attacker started ripping her guts out, slicing them free from her, piling the warm loops all around her. The girl gutting her accidentally missed her mark, and jabbed her right in the heart, quickly ending her suffering, and atonement.

    With the last of the staff present now dead, the girls turned their attention to the students.

    "Everyone please stand up, bare your bellies if you're not wearing the standard uniform, and remain standing in front of your seats. We don't have much time left, and there is a lot of you to go through. Those of you who wish to commit seppuku on your own, or with a partner, please move towards the podium please. The rest of you, we'll make it quick, so please don't resist. It will only prolong your suffering," One of the squad leaders said, using the microphone mounted on the podium.

    None of the students seemed to distressed, if anything, some looked quite excited. Yet, only 3 moved to the stage. Close friends, since they were young, they were always together. It seems they wanted to be together even in death. One of them grabbed a spare, quite bloody katana, as they lined up neatly. The first, held the katana to her navel, while the other two pressed their bellies against her back.

    "You guys ready?" The first asked, slowly applying pressure.

    Without hesitation, the other two replied, "Yes!".

    The first then shoved the long blade into her navel, angling it so it wouldn't damage her spine. It went straight through her, the tip pushing through out of her back. She paused for a moment, while the girl behind her adjusted her belly so the tip was pushing against the pit of her belly button. Feeling her friend's belly pushing against her back once more, she continued to push the sword through. The first grunted audibly, obviously in severe discomfort, while the second was ecstatic. The sensation of the katana penetrating her navel drove her to a wild orgasm. The sensation of her innards parting, giving way to the unstoppable steel edge. The third, and last girl too, took a short moment to center the blade on her navel, before thrusting herself on the katana, savoring the brutal stabbing sensation. With all three impaled on the blade, the first began to twist and turn the katana, stirring, ripping, mincing their guts. They moaned and groaned in unison, enjoying the pain, savoring it. Now that the damage was done, all they could do was pleasure themselves till the end came.

    The rest of the students, those who really couldn't be bothered to gut themselves, just stood around casually chatting. They must not have grasped just how dire their situation was, or they simply didn't care. Some even seemed quite excited at the prospect of having their friends gut them. The masked girls moved towards the first row.

    "Ready", one of the leaders said.

    They positioned their katana's at the navels of the schoolgirls, as they awaited further instruction.

    "Stab!"

    In unison, the first row of schoolgirls was stabbed through their sensitive belly buttons. Allowing them a moments pause, the team leader issued the next order.

    "Cut left!"

    A diagonal cut was made, from their navels to their left hip. Following the cut, the katana was returned to the girls navels, or what was left of them. A third and final order came quickly.

    "Cut right!"

    The second, final cut was made. An upside-down V was carved into the girls tummies, something Yuki came up with. Some, groaned in pain, but stood their ground, others, took great pleasure in the strange sensation. All however, would be dead before the day was out.

    The masked girls moved on to the next row, and followed the same procedure. It was almost mechanical. Stab, cut, cut. Stab, cut, cut. Repeated over and over. Row after row of girls had a flap cut into their bellies. Those who bent over from pain, or curiosity, ended up spilling the entire contents of their stomach. It seems Yuki did a good job coming up with that cutting method. Within 10 minutes, every single student present at the assembly, was successfully cut open. Their bellies carved up just as Yuki had intended. If only she were around to see it.

    Their task was complete. The girls inside the auditorium radioed in their success, as those who stood guard quickly rushed in to join them. It was their turn now - they would be the last to die, as a way of atonement for the massive loss of life, a way of apologizing to their friends who they killed, their families who they left behind.

    "Alright ladies, final act, balaclavas off, lets line up nicely for the camera and get the show started," one of them said.

    The thirty-four remaining, all lined up in front of one of the 'hidden' cameras, and unmasked themselves in unison. They paired up with whoever was next to them, as they raised and knotted up their turtleneck sweaters, exposing their vulnerable bellies to the world. They knelt down, and bowed deeply, before each girl took out and unsheathed her tanto. What was different this time, was that they wouldn't gut themselves, rather, their partner would split their belly, at the same time they split open their partner, all the while facing the camera. Two of the girls were, rather enthusiastic, to say the least, the Kato twins. Kaori and Kaoru Kato, identical twins, who were a little overly friendly with one another at times. They both shared an insatiable fetish for one another's bellies, whether it was licking, poking, punching, and now stabbing, they loved it. They were both quite attractive too, tall, a great chest, wide hips, and a delicious bum, with ever so slightly plump tummies, adorned by a very sensitive round innie.

    "Kaori, grab onto me, 'kay? We gotta be close together or we won't be able to reach properly!" Kaoru stated.

    Kaori nodded in approval. Though they were identical twins, their personalities were poles apart. Kaoru was outgoing, extremely vibrant and cheerful, whereas Kaori was extremely introverted, generally somewhat grouchy, and almost always had a bored or displeased expression.

    The two twins grabbed one another by the hips from behind, as they pushed themselves close to one another. Still facing forwards, towards the camera, they would have to reach quite far to properly split their bellies open. They took their tanto's. Kaori placed hers on Kaoru's left hip, while Kaoru placed her's on Kaori's right hip. This way, they could pull their daggers, making it somewhat easier to make the cut.

    "Kaori, let's kiss, we're gonna die so might as well enjoy ourselves, right?" Kaoru whispered.

    Without hesitation, her twin locked lips with her, shoving her tongue in sloppily, as she began to push the tanto in. They mimicked one another's actions, as did all of the seventeen couples present. Slowly, they pushed the tanto in, not too deep, taking great care to not damage their partners internals. Once the blade was in, they pulled the blades across, pulling themselves closer to one another as well. They watched the blades slide slowly across. How the skin and flesh would bulge just around the tip, how blood would flow over and around the cutting edge, and how the soft flesh behind would begin to open up. Both of them had reached the half-way mark, a mere inch below the navel. They both felt a strange pressure building in their lower bellies. Without pause, they kept pulling the blades, quickly splitting open one another's bellies.

    The sound of sirens could be heard outside - Rin had done a great job delaying the inevitable, however the girls would have to finish up quickly, lest they end up being shot dead before they can succumb to their own wounds, defeating the purpose of committing seppuku in the first place.

    Hearing the sirens, Kaoru and Kaori, broke their kiss, and stared into each others eyes. Both nodded, as if they had a contingency plan ready. In an instant, both of them twisted their tanto's, so that the cutting edge faced upwards, and tore upwards till they hit one another's ribs. The force of the motion letting loose a torrent of blood and bowels. Not wanting to be outdone by her twin, Kaori let go of her sister, and shoved her hand into her wound, leaning forwards as she pulled out most of her intestines. They kissed once more, setting each others daggers to their throats, as they made the final cut, right through their jugular. All faded to black, as they, and the other couples collapsed into each other, leaving nothing but the dead, and dying for the police to find.



    Rin watched the entire show unfold, including the arrival of the police. They most likely wouldn't look here, especially since both the media club room was locked, as well as the closet, but she couldn't take any chances. It was now or never. She took the razor, and slowly started carving into herself. She scored a faint line into her belly, not deep enough to draw blood, but sufficient to mark the cut. She would bisect her lowermost belly roll, and her navel, which in her head, would mean her guts would simply plop out, with minimal effort on her part, or as little effort as it took considering she was cutting her belly open with a razor blade. She grabbed a spare camera, and turned it on. It was already connected to the laptop and immediately started streaming.

    "Hello world. This is gonna be my first and last appearance - I hope you all enjoyed the show, because I sure as hell did. Here's hoping we end up changing Japan, or even the world. Rin Iwata, over and out. Sort of. Like, I won't talk or anything, but I'll just cut my tummy open with a fucking razor, since I forgot my tanto. I bet you bastards are gonna enjoy that aren't you?" She mumbled, placing the camera at an angle to capture her belly, she got on with it.

    She certainly won't have much time now that she was live-streaming herself, and there were only so many rooms with closets the police would check for her. She started to slowly saw into her belly roll, far to the left of her navel, breaking the skin, as the incredibly sharp razor easily slid through her flesh. This may be easier than she thought. She dragged the razor along, feeling a strange, dull stinging sensation, as she watched her belly roll split open, revealing the layer of fat underneath. Blood was pooling in the wound, and her belly button , somewhat obscuring her vision. She didn't really care - she would cut through to her bowels eventually. Getting to her navel, she didn't bother cutting too deep into it. She just carried on cutting to the right, reaching the far end of her soft, plump belly.

    "Fuck that stings..."

    She pulled her hand back, examining the wound. It wasn't pretty, especially seeing the layers of skin, fat and muscle in such detail, bleeding profusely to match. The sight made her nauseous. She never enjoyed hurting herself, but she didn't exactly have a choice. If she wanted to die with some honor and dignity intact, it had to be seppuku, even without the appropriate tools. She brought the razor back to the starting point of the cut. She slid it back in, applying more pressure. This time, she felt it puncture her. There was no pressure against the bottom of the blade. Breathing a sigh of relief, as this was going to be the last cut, she slowly drew the razor across. This time, she went through her navel. The razor having no trouble slicing through it, she maintained a slow, but steady pace, making a clean cut. Finally, she had bisected her belly and navel. Her belly looked much like a mouth, with a loop of entrails sticking out, it looked like her belly was being cheeky, sticking its tongue out at the world. Rin smiled, she could end it all soon. She set the razor aside, and started to pull out her intestines. Quite a lot of them have already escaped the confines of her stomach cavity, but she decided to aid the rest of them in their quest to see the outside world. Setting them aside all around her, she eventually noticed one key flaw in her playful self disembowelment. She lost track of the razor. It was probably somewhere mixed in with her now disembodied guts, but she had no means of finding it. Deciding to just accept her fate of a slow death, she simply continued to pull out her intestines. Pulling out what seemed to be the final loop, she had a clear view of her vagina. Wondering what it would feel like to masturbate both inside and outside of the vagina, she started gently rubbing the outside, while she massaged her clit. It was a strange sensation - one that somehow masked the pain. She brought herself to multiple quiet orgasms, as she slowly bled to death. An hour passed, and everything was fading - and then, the sound of a door shattering, people shouting, the closet door being torn open, she gazed upwards into the light, seeing the fading figures of the police officers, as all sound faded, and light, turned to darkness.

    Fin.



    EXTRA
    - Three months later -

    The incident at the school had a massive effect on the general perception of seppuku. It got so serious that the government actually issued an order stating that seppuku without reason, was no longer frowned upon, and assisting a person committing seppuku in such a case was not to be considered as manslaughter. In fact, a porn magazine, published by two girls who claimed to be survivors of the incident, featuring the seppuku of Yuki Tsukino in full detail, as well as having numerous illustrations on the various methods one could use to commit seppuku, became the best selling magazine of its kind, in just one week. Those two became millionaires overnight, and they had more than enough footage to keep going for a long while - as well as many, many willing candidates for upcoming seppuku shoots.



    Well, that's the end of that, sort of. It's somewhat open ended, so I could at any point return to this, or for that matter, any of you guys can return to this, and just use this universe as a basis for seppuku stories. After all, Japan as a whole now see's it as the greatest sexual pleasure a woman can have!

    Blau, I would love to do a story featuring Kallen, but I myself prefer CC. Pizza butt was always my favorite, though Kallen was a close second. Extremely close. Not to mention her character just writes itself for a seppuku fanfic, what with her being obsessed with Japanese traditions, and what not, as well as her penchant for wearing belly-baring outfits. I'd say, expect one, and soon.
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    Very nice ending. :)

    And looking forward to it very much.

    As for Kallen vs. CC, I do admit that both are good characters, but Kallen has one decided advantage that puts her over CC in my book.

    She's a redhead. And I have a thing for redheads. :D

    Again, nice work, and looking forward to what you do next. :D
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    Good job. Will the completed story be posted on Hentai Foundry?
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    I generally have a thing for redheads as well, but CC just won me over in the end. Not really sure if it was just one specific thing, or just her overall interactions with Lulu and the rest of the cast, but I ended up liking her as a character more than Kallen.

    Also, I've never really used Hentai Foundry, but, as I said, if anyone wants to save the completed story, reformat it, edit it, feel free to do so. I purposely didn't use a trip for that exact reason, though I might have to make one up so that people who requested stories have an easier time tracking me down.
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    I would like to thank you for this glorious story. You somehow managed to get the three childhood friends and twins tropes, 2 of my favorites, into the finale.

    Yuki is a hero! Social seppuku for eveyone! :D
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    Also, I'd also like to mention that I really appreciate the time you took to describe the girls kissing. It made each death where they did so much more intimate.
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    Hope the first of your new stories comes soon. :D
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    Bump to ask when the next story is coming
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    Hey, sorry for the complete lack of updates or replies. I've got my dissertation presentation and report submission coming up and one of my simulations turned out to be wrong, so about a months work just went down the drain. I don't think I'll be able to do much for the next two to three weeks, but after that I'm pretty much free. Again, sorry for the silence, and sorry for making you guys wait.

    On a slightly different note, do you guys know any artists that would be interested in drawing scenes from this story? Or, maybe do a scene from this in something like MMD or whatever - nothing too complex. Just curious if anyone else would be interested in something like this.
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    Life happens man. Good luck. Hope to see you back writing soon.
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    I find out a bug.

    About Kasumi, the author said she was a member of the schools athletics club, and then said "the students that didn't join any clubs, such as Kasumi, went home."
    So, did Kasumi join a club or not?
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    Bump to keep from losing this, and I hope that your next story comes soon. :D
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    Any chance your next story is coming soon? I want to see some more seppuku stories from you. :)
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    Bump in hope that the OP can get another story up soon. :D
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    Bump in hope that the OP can get another story up soon. :D
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    Bump to keep from losing this, and in the hope that the OP's next story will come soon. :)
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    Bump to keep from losing this
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    Bump to keep from losing this
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    Another bump in hope that the OP's next story comes soon. :)
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    It would be awesome to read another one like this.
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    Bump
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    Bump to save from faggot spammer
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    any chance we can get this thread goin again
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    story archive?? newts tale
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