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A Gurochan premiere ;) I will be adding chapters of this through the evening then the final chapter before I go to bed :D

This story was inspired by an unfinished masterpiece by SadisticPleasures :D

Samantha's Big Chance
By
Edward Hyde

“You know, there is such a thing as over-rehearsing!” Samantha’s mum chuckled, walking into the living room to find her eleven year old daughter running through her two minute dance routine in her birthday suit. “I’m sure you’ve got it memorised by now!”

“I know!” Samantha smiled, a little embarrassed as the short assigned piece of music came to an end. “It’s just such a big deal and I want to be perfect!”

“You will.” Her mum put her arms around her and hugged her warmly. “You’re going to be brilliant, I just know it! Have you practised the group routine too?”

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>>13726
Aha, I might have an inkling as to what that might be :-P

Looking forward! :-D
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>>13722

Of course, I have nothing against getting to know characters more, (although in these stories where they are going to die that is not always a good idea because when you get to know them too well you don't want them to die anymore.)
But there are better ways of introducing characters when you actually make them do actions rather than just write their thoughts or conversations.

>>13710
well, nothing means that until the last moment story characters did nothing but just had irrelevant small talk. Samantha or anyone else did not even pet a kitten or did anything memorable. so all that could be shortened without any loss.
even the main part where Samantha decides to become meat girl is so super short that it is even surprising to the level of funny :)

But maybe It is because I had some different expectations it looks like the story is basically just an audition so nothing much can happen in principle.
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Can you make a request thread so fans like myself can give you ideas for your stories without cluttering up the stories themselves
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>>14192
Feel free to email me :)
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Is SadisticPleasures still around? Perhaps he'd post the story that inspired this? Or does anyone have it?

Discussion
She has an account on Pixiv called EeveeArt, and she’s taking subscribers. I think we should support her since she’s posted so much content here over the years and never asked for anything, and I figured people here might not know about it since she has only two followers right now. (She also has a recent art thread here, if you need more than the name to jog your memory.)
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>she has only two followers right now
She is following 2 people*
You can't see how much followers to others have on Pixiv
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Judging by the amount of content and time online there should be at least 3000 followers

Artwork
a commission i made a while ago, if you want to see more feel free to request anyting i need to draw more gore
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Nice work!
If you are searching requests to train you can choose some from the drawthread requests >>2
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Since you said you accept requests, I am gonna leave mine here hoping you might like it, requesting Dobrynya Nikitich mauled defeated corpse getting violated by her own dragon while her severed head rests in its mouth ready to get swallowed down.

If it's too hard any kind of necrophilia also work with me I just really wanna see her corpse violated lol

she is from fate/grand order
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Basic reference, just that it's the only one with the uniform.
Just kill her off whole or pieces, so long as her body is floating in space among the destroyed ship debris.

File Sharing
This addition to Kago's other Godzilla parodies appeared in a magazine called Lemon Kids in the February 1991 issue. For some reason, it was not included with the other stories that were collected in "More Than Human".

16 pages, in English.

https://www.mediafire.com/file/725ohl4moymfavo/Shintaro_Kago_-_Godzilla_vs_Gigan_%2528ENGLISH%2529.rar/file
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Hell yes!! More Kago is always awesome! Thanks Caterpillar
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>>1746
https://boards.4channel.org/wsr/thread/1146522
you got some fans asking for you, Caterpillar
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>>1748
The thread was archived by the time I saw the link, but thanks for sharing it anyway. Brought back some memories.
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1991? 1991?

In an alternate reality Kago could have body snatched Shirow and we would not have witnessed Shirow's decay with all that fanservice. It could have been somewhat magnificent and dark.

Much respect again Caterpillar.
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>>1749
Thanks for everything. Been following your releases from when you would post on deadfrog too.

Furry
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e254e has galleries on IB, FA and Pixiv. Always with this name, IIRC.
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Discussion
Hello

Today and tommorow we will be transferring Gurochan to our new servers. Still under KolymaNET's jursidiction. The transfer will be relatively seamless and have little effect on you, except for that after it is finished, we will have drastically increased uptime.

We apologize deeply for the unacceptable amount of downtime we have been having lately and ask that you please consider buying a Captcha Pass (https://vipcode.kolyma.org/) to support our hosting costs. This will be the last downtime for the forseeable future as we move towards more stability and growth.

Thank you
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>>1325
Which board were you trying to create thread at? It's temporally disabled on /req/
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The captcha will be temporarily disabled globally until the issue is fixed
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Some (recent) images across all boards aren't showing up and say "error" or give a 404.

>:)
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>>1332
Fixed!

Also captcha fixed and re-enabled
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fixed bug where posts with emojis didnt load properly

Literature
(Hey all - long-time lurker, thought I'd try my own story. Sorry it's not finished but I'll try to get it done over the weekend. Hope you like it so far? Be gentle!)

Cindy wound one of her thin blonde braids around her pencil are stared at the math problem on the paper in front of her. She should know how to solve it, she knew! It was fairly simple really and her teacher, Mrs Elliot, had been through the method last week. She had understood it perfectly then, even volunteering to come to the front of the class and solve the problem on the board. But today, her mind was elsewhere entirely.

She wondered if she should have taken her mum’s advice and not gone to school that day, staying home to help get everything set up for her uncle’s party that evening, but she had wanted to see her friends one last time. Not to mention the unofficial school tradition she was looking forward to taking part in.

The pretty eleven year old crossed her feet, her long legs tucked back under her chair, and thought about how she would be turning on a spit over hot coals, naked in front of her entire family and several friends of her Uncle Ed’s. She took her role as party food seriously and had insisted on nightly spankings from her dad to make sure her shapely rump was nice and tender. That was partly why she was so looking forward to lunch time!

With more and more girls choosing to cook these days, something of a tradition had grown up within her school that, on a meat-girl’s last day, in the dining hall, her friends would bend her over the table and hold her down, her panties pulled down to around her ankles and her skirt lifted up, inviting anyone who wanted to come give her one spank on her exposed behind.

Of course, in Cindy’s case, there was going to be one subtle difference – there would be no panties around her ankles as she wasn’t wearing any. An article in Meat-Girl Monthly had brought pressure marks to her attention and she wanted to look her best on the spit. For the last couple of days, therefore, she had come to school without her underwear or training bra. The feeling of the cotton of her school uniform shirt against her perky pink nipples was stimulating but only half as much as knowing that her grey knee-length skirt was all that prevented her most intimate area being exposed.

Although it did feel a little silly to be worried about any sort of modesty when, in a matter of hours, that same intimate area would be on public display with a thick steel spit stretching it as it impaled her. Her dad had been helping her prepare for the spitting ever since she agreed to roast, making sure her tender pre-teen cunt was well used to having something thick and cylindrical inside. Her smooth, thick-lipped vulva was reserved for Uncle Ed – she was his birthday dinner after all!

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Nice story. Very well done.
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Thank you everyone
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>Ending feels a bit weak but I didn't really know where else to go with it

You followed a pretty set framework with this story, so the ending might not be huge twist or anything but it was satisfying nonetheless. For sure a nice debut! You can always change things up in the future.

I especially like the explicitly sexual things that happen in this story. Edward's stories were sometimes a little tame for me, but here there's plenty of action. Really nice work!
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Thanks Loke! Hope you enjoy the update to my other story I'm going to post this evening - hope it makes up for the lack of "action" in earlier chapters ;)
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Another wonderful story. Thank you.

Discussion
gurochan dating website
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Why not just put guro to your interests on a dating app?
Check this thread also: https://dis.guro.cx/dis/koko.php?res=961 - it's somewhat relevant to this thread

Congrats on GAY id btw

Literature
(repost, not my text)

Any scenarios where a shy couple is put into a situation where the woman has no choice but to shit on her partner?

Is there anything where a person kidnaps a couple, then ties them up in such a way where the guy is on the ground and the girl is on top, and the person tells them that he's not going to torture or kill them, he's just going to observe. He'll let them go when the business is completed.

I'd like it if the girl were chained to an outhouse-like toilet box, with her boyfriend trapped in the box below, staring up at his girlfriend's butthole. And she's being overfed fiber and laxatives and beans, and she has no choice but to urgently fart and shit all over her boyfriend.

The scene goes through a mental progression where at first the couple is angry, thinking about how to escape, the guy acting tough and being sympathetic, but then as the hours go by, the realization of the issue where she's going to inevitably shit on him dawns on them. It would be an almost mindbreak scenario, for the girl mostly, but also possibly the guy depending on how disgusted he is.

Really, looking for any scat situations where the two people are forced into doing it to each other by a third party.
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>>14396
>>14400
Where do you post your scat lit?
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>>14403
I did not make that much scat related stories yet

but
you can find some here
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/78453666
(it is part of the longer series)

and a few pictures here
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/74927050
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These are my favortie scenarios, noncon / forced farting. I got a story of a lesbian couple forced to poop on eachother, i just gotta find it. Same thing. Captured and tied up.
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>>14392
Know any like this?
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Nyou.animegirldesp.org has scat stories, maybe you will get lucky. It sucks that you have to register, but it's easy.

Literature
Hello. This is my first story here and that's why I still don't know the functionality of the site (beautiful design, etc.). Also please forgive my English. (Asia). I found old screenshots of Fallout with guro mods in the discord.
Fallout 4. (rape, noncon, asphyxia, short story)



The year 2287 has arrived in the world, and for several weeks now, a shelter survivor named Nora has been learning how to survive. After leaving the cryochamber, she spent the first few days in the shelters methodically exploring every possible room. At first, she was looking for at least some survivors, but soon realized that she was left alone. After collecting some food, medical supplies and taking the uniform of a security officer, she got outside. The picture of a dying world shocked her mind, but she hurried to her house, but found no one there.

It took the girl a week and a half to get used to the new environment of the new world. She managed to find an old double-barreled shotgun. Kind people advised her to go to Diamond City to start looking for her son there. From the descriptions of other wanderers, she understood where it was, but the city had changed a lot. The streets are teeming with bandits, cannibals, slave traders, and packs of ghouls and dogs come out at night.

On the way to the city center she met a pretty woman who, for a modest fee, could suggest a secret safe path to the city. For this, she asked for only a few dozen bottle caps. Nora gladly agreed to this deal and set off early in the morning along the indicated route. The road through the ruined streets took a couple of hours, and now the resident of the shelter came to the drawbridge. Her attention was attracted by the people who guarded the bridge, but according to the merchant, it must be the guards of the city.

She decided to come closer. People in torn clothes and armor at first showed no hostility towards her, predatory watching their prey. Suddenly, from the ruins of an old car, a disgusting-looking thug with a homemade club from a table leg crawled out. With one blow to Nora's back, he knocked her off balance. This was followed by a kick to the stomach and a weak blow to the back of the head to stun the girl. Nora woke up a couple of minutes later, but she already saw how a group of bandits was carrying her into the hold of an old ship. Inside, the body was roughly thrown onto an old mattress. The men proceeded to undress their victim. First, the Vault-Tec body armor was removed, and then the shelter suit. She did not have time to come to her senses as she was completely naked and even without Pip-Boy.


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In damn good burgers, in the dog park by shirlington, in a library, and at an eatery.

I know that it's evil and 1 of a certain few entities.

Now all the hope of light is seeing all these things burn. So please, post tortured ladies, kittens, kids, massacred villages, bombed buildings, I only get enjoyment from the hope that some of the things I hate face the same risk we all face in livig.

Literature
An interactive picture sotry.
Tell what happens next and you will see it.



*Sarah gets a job.*

“So, this is our problem,” said the manager pointing to the huge circular saw “we just bought it at the auction and it turns backward. Do you think you could fix it? We need it running today”

“Yes, I am sure I should be able to do something about that” said Sarah
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Awesome story! You are the best writer here Onix!
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>>13956
The pics are also awesome ty 4 this tasty cocktain! You rock dude!
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My new story on 3dcg board
here
https://img.guro.g3.pm/3dcg/koko.php?res=1035
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>>14465
>>14470
Ohh okey
Yeah, in my idea guy will agree in all condition

And in the end, one girl will fuck she self with his dick and the other one will put his balls in the pussy
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Funny. Some troll goes to the trouble of writing an incredibly long (and bad) parody while impersonating Onix, only for it to be deleted 5 minutes later.

:)

Literature
I find great value in my subscription to Snuffr. For only a modest fraction of my monthly earnings, I get to open my doors each Saturday to 3 beautiful Snuff Bunnies trained to be total obedience slaves. Of course, this is in addition to the girls I’m expected to snuff to keep the female population in check, but far more enjoyable. The state assigned girls are often not pain or obedience trained, only a few are pleasing to the eye and most of the time they come with horrible attitudes. By paying a modest subscription, I get girls I can truly enjoyed – shapely, nubile and trained for total obedience. They’re not really willing to die, as they haven’t been totally indoctrinated, but if I tell one of them to sit on a burning stove and cook her own cunt, she’ll do it. I actually like the squirming and begging some times, but it rarely amounts to anything.

Lately, like most men who get bored of cutting a girl’s cunt apart and wants to explore the myriad of ways you could proverbially ‘skin the cat’ – I got into medieval weapons. Like many, I started my journey with the classic katana. Of course, it isn’t the ‘ultimate weapon’ most nerds think it is, but even a mid-tier steel-carbon sword like mine can cut through the nubile flesh of a naked girl like it’s nothing. Since I am quite impatient, I graduated myself from bamboo to using live girls as tatami rolls the first day I got it. I can still remember the on the house Snuff Bunny that delivered the sword to me – a Russian blonde with big fake tits by the name of Nadya. I made a proper mess of her on that first day and then decided I needed to learn more. I went through my first dozen or so of mostly willing subjects. Bones posed a bit of a challenge, but the feeling of cutting off limbs or even cutting some poor girl in half at the waist is exhilarating. The cut I still need to practice, though, is the famous ‘face-off’. I saw this cut performed by kendo masters on TV – a stylish, but difficult to perform alternative to the classical decapitation.

As I open the door today, I’m yet again greeted by a trio of girls only clad in lingerie and high heels. Each of them comes with her own color, there’s a brown haired blue-eyed buxom one in red, a green eyed bombshell brunette in white and another slender, slightly taller brunette with curly hair and brown eyes that’s wearing a black set of lingerie that can barely contain how smoking hot she is.

“Welcome, welcome darlings. Do come inside – you’re my girls now and I’ll be making use of you shortly.” I greet them in my black practice robes.

They look around with astonishment as I take them through the lavish halls and into my armory. The house has been quite empty since I shot the maid yesterday for neglecting her duties – or was it because I really wanted to see what bird shot does to a busty black girl… ah well, I’ll probably have to clean up myself after today.

In the armory, we’re greeted by my collection of tools for murder and mayhem, watched over by the limbless torsos of the last few girls I kept around as cum rags. They come in handy if I go through all live ones, but the current trio looks a bit mortified at the lifeless bodies that could be mistaken for the sex dolls of yore.

“Will… will I end up like that?” the busty blue eyed girl in red asks with shivering voice.

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Freakshow
Beautiful girl who, in one way or another, her head are not there living only a hat or accessories once her head still there

Edit are welcome and no male please

Literature
I just want my idea to exist ina place that can be seen by people.

this is the first time in years if not ever that I even write down anything.

the quality of my "literature" will be as polished as a random rock on the ground, at least now i have picked it up and look at it so it should be something
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Note: this is an attempt to translate images in the style of manga from my imaginations into text form
also no name is given because I cannot name anything

Tags: [GURO][CONSENSUAL GURO][RYONA][MAGIC][TEACHER][BIG BREAST][BREAST DESTRUCTION]
[PUBLIC USE][EMOTIONLESS SEX]

Main Character:
Big breast magic teacher with long hair. thin cloth strip cover just below nipples and not much else,
mini skirt, high heels, thin door handle nipple rings, black thights
extreme masochist, face does not show emotion in almost every case, extreme recovery magic

rough reference/inspiration: https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/88415284


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Note: I write this and ch.1 idea in the same sitting and a half

ch ??. bonus class
additional tag: [AMPUTEE][EYE PENETRATION][BRAIN FUCK][INNER ORGANS][SNUFF]

scene: same lecture hall, after some sort of exam result, note that student S1, S2, etc is not always same person until name can be given
also little to no healing magic appear in this chapter so wounds stay as is

students all present in their seat, MC walk in along with a cart thing
noticable both MC and cart are fully covered in cloth
MC look around the class and remark that everybody is here, and this is a bonus class for all of them and they have all the time in the world for thise
crowd make noises
MC unwrap herself revealing totally naked body, without even the nipple rings

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This is actually quite interesting. Especially the second (well, ??th) chapter.

Literature
>Written for an anonymous commissioner.
>Part 1 of a series.
Truthfully, Autumn considered herself among the lucky ones.

Her heels clicked sharply off the polished glass as she strode forwards, stars shimmering up from the thick window that ran the length of the corridor. Beautiful women lined the hall on both sides, holding alluring poses that she knew they’d stood in for hours and would maintain for hours more. Their skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, and when one looked closely, you could sometimes catch a twitch of stress from an extended calf or beckoning finger, a harbinger of the severe cramps the less enduring girls often suffered. Some wore revealing dresses, others complex suits of gleaming black latex, and a few nothing at all, but all of them had had their eyes gouged out and replaced with brilliantly carved diamond replicas.

Statues didn’t need to see, after all.

Autumn, however, was no statue. She was a pilot, and a damn good one. She’d flown her Quintel Sparjet in dozens of races and filled an entire room with her trophies. There had been several close calls—even something as simple as a turn could be dangerous when racing at a measurable percentage of lightspeed—but by the end of her career wealthy investors were willing to bid planetary sums to purchase her contract.

But that time was long passed. She still flew, but not for herself—and she had several other responsibilities. They weren’t so pleasant.

There was a double door at the end of the hall. Ornate, gilded, and attended by another pair of statues. They bowed their heads in perfect unison as she approached and pulled the doors apart, the hinges swinging in perfect silence.

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This is amazing. Please, continue.
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While reading it was a bit hard to concentrate as I was expecting she will get eaten chopped into pieces or something but just plain sex happened LOL
Well, let's wait for the next part :)
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Oh I do hope to read more of this!

Discussion
Is there a chan app (android) to browse gurochan?
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there should be one (;´Д`)
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There used to be, but it's unmaintained and doesn't work anymore :(

3D CGI
Hello! I'm new to this SFM thing but I figured I'd share what I make.
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Is that a guy?
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>>2822

Yes, that's a femboy. :P
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This is pretty good stuff. We definitely could use more 3d furry guro around here. I hope you make more.

Literature
This story is a guro take on the mobile game Fate/Grand Order. Chapters will be mostly self contained, so feel free to skip around at your leisure, tags and important characters will be listed at the beginning of each chapter. The introductory chapter is largely based on the first chapter of the game, hopefully making it a good introduction for anyone who isn't familiar with F/GO but wants to read anyway, though it is a little low on pornographic merit.

This story as well as all my others are also posted at: https://archiveofourown.org/users/abbottwarr
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==Chapter 4, Ancient Greek Cuisine (Cons, Cannibalism)==

Important Characters:
Tamamo Cat: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Tamamo_Cat
Mata Hari: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Mata_Hari
Medusa: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Medusa
Emiya Alter: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/EMIYA_(Alter)
Stheno: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Stheno
Euryale: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Euryale

Tamamo Cat looked around the room, amazed at the mess. Pieces of Mata Hari were scattered everywhere. All four of her limbs as well as her head had been torn off and her hips lay half way across the room from the rest of her torso. Blood, viscera, and semen could be seen on every surface. Even the ceiling hadn't been left unstained. With a sigh Cat dropped her mop and bucket on the floor, pushed up the sleeves of her maid outfit, and got to work.

Minutes earlier Tamamo Cat had been walking the halls of Chaldea when she was flagged down by a fellow Servant. The servant was a glasses wearing young blond man, his shirt covered in blood. He had asked Cat if she would clean a room, saying that 'Hyde' had left it a real mess. Now Cat was more the 'Maid Cafe' kind of maid than the cleaning kind, but she didn't mind being helpful and agreed.

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==Chapter 5, Snacking in Orleans (Giantess, Vore)==

Important Characters:
Blackbeard: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Edward_Teach
Paul Bunyan: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Paul_Bunyan

Several weeks had passed since Chaldea's Masters defeated the Dragon Witch, freeing Orleans from her tyranny and setting right the first of the seven singularities. With time the singularity would fade away as it merged back into history, but for the time being it remained accessible to Chaldea. The Servants of Chaldea had more or less free reign of the singularity, so long as their amusements weren't of so grand a magnitude as to throw the singularity back out of balance.

Blackbeard had been a little unsatisfied as of late. His shtick of playing the unassuming fool only to spectacularly transform into the terrifying pirate of legend didn't pack quite as much punch in the company of fellow legends. For the most part he didn't mind, even if he had become a little bit of a laughingstock. At Chaldea he could live much more honestly, both about who he was and what he liked, than he had been able to in life. But still, he missed seeing the terror in the eyes of his victims, taking by force whatever or whoever he wanted, succeeding or failing by his own might. And so Blackbeard decided to visit Orleans to relieve his glory days.

Blackbeard walked away from a burning farmhouse, a tent in his pants and a struggling young maiden slung over his shoulder. He had burst into that farmhouse just minutes prior, crazed expression on his face as lengths of oil-soaked ropes woven into his beard glowed brightly ablaze. The farmer came at him with a sickle and he shot him twice in the stomach. The farmer's wife and daughter screamed as they watched him fall to the ground. Blackbeard's grin widened further as he took in their horrified expressions. He balled his hand into a fist and punched the daughter hard in the stomach. She wretched as she doubled over and collapsed to the ground. He heard a wail and turned just in time to parry the swing of a knife from the wife, her hand and wrist falling to the ground alongside the weapon. She screamed as she clutched her stump to her chest. Her sobbing ended a few moments later when Blackbeard ran his sword between her breasts. He heard a noise and turned to see that the wounded man had stumbled to his feet. One crack of Blackbeard's pistol later the man crumbled to the ground, a new hole in his forehead. 'This was it, this is what I've been missing', Blackbeard thought. Blackbeard knew that the family had no chance of dealing any damage to his servant body, but even without putting his life on the line the thrill of slaughter had been invigorating. He was broken from his reverie a few moments later when the flames in his beard began to lick at his face. He hopped from one foot to the other as he yelped and patted the fire out. He noticed that the daughter still lay crumpled on the floor, unconscious from the pain and terror he had inflicted on her. He admired her youthful face, the shape of her budding breasts beneath the cloth of her bodice, and the pale creamy calf that poked from beneath her skirt. He decided that he wanted her, wanted to rape her, to hear even more pained and terrified screams until she screamed herself hoarse and he put a bullet between her hollow eyes. But not here, he thought, not in this dingy farmhouse that was beginning to stink of corpse. And so he began to tie her up, binding her in a way that emphasized her nearly flat chest, pulling the cloth tight so that the outline of her nipples were clear. He slung her over his shoulder and smashed a burning oil lamp against the wall as he left. The girl came to just in time to see the corpses of her parents one last time as the flames began to rage. She struggled, muffled screams leaking around her gagged mouth as tears streamed down her face.

Blackbeard had walked a fair distance down a narrow path through a nearby forest. The girl hung limply over his shoulder, having apparently had her fill of wailing and struggling for the moment. Blackbeard stopped when he reached a clearing, dropping his spoils on a stump. His hands had slipped beneath the girl's skirt and he was just about to begin undressing her when he heard a noise behind him. He sprang into action, drawing his pistol and leaping away as he turned to look. He quickly relaxed as he identified the source of the noise. It seemed he wasn't the only one of Chaldea's servants who had thought this clearing a good place to relax. Paul Bunyan slept on the other side of the clearing, the giant loli curled on her side. The trees were just barely tall enough that she couldn't be seen peeking over them by any approaching along the trail. She was wearing just her overalls as she often did, and Blackbeard thought he could just almost see a bit of areola peeking from the side of one of the straps. He approached, craning his neck, trying to find an angle that exposed the hidden bounty. He got closer and closer, until he was just inches away from Bunyan's chest. He still couldn't tell whether the darker patch of skin he saw was a tantalizing hint or merely a shadow from the edge of the strap. He decided to throw caution to the wind, and while holding his breath grabbed the metal clasp and started slowly unhooking it. His eyes flitted between Bunyan's sleeping face and her chest, but as more and more of her chest became exposed his gaze spent less and less time elsewhere.

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Just finished a new chapter for this story, but there seems to be a bug with the character limit. I'll post it here as soon as it gets fixed, but if you want to read it now it's here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23762353/chapters/81531940

==Disciplining the Knight of Treachery (Futanari, Yuri, Rape, Incest)==

Artoria Alter seeks revenge on a certain traitorous knight, and she borrows from Merlin the perfect tool for the job.
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==Chapter 6, Disciplining the Knight of Treachery (Futanari, Yuri, Rape, Incest)==

Important Characters:
Mordred: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Mordred
Artoria Alter: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Artoria_Pendragon_(Alter)

Mordred stomped into her room, failing to slam the sliding door behind her as the automated mechanism gracefully closed itself. Mordred leaned back against the door, slowly sliding down it until she was sitting on the floor. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down and order her thoughts a little in this small pocket of space that she could call her own.

What had Mordred riled up now was the same thing that had in life; her father, King Arthur. Like herself and dozens of other heroes King Arthur had been summoned to Chaldea. Having to work alongside her father would have been bad enough for Mordred, but the king's summoning had also brought with it several revelations about their life that had shook Mordred to her core. Foremost among them was the fact that King Arthur had been a woman. In life she had kept this secret, masquerading as an ageless boy king and going by the masculine form of her given name Artoria. Here at Chaldea though she lived openly as a woman. She wore dresses, went by her given name, and did all sorts of other things that stirred confusion in Mordred. In life Mordred had sought to succeed the king, living as a boy herself, unknowingly following in her father's footsteps as she sought to overthrow her. She had never really thought of herself as a woman, though neither as particularly not a women either, gender had never been a concept she particularly concerned herself with. Her thoughts had been filled with single minded admiration for her father, and when those had failed they had been replaced with aspirations of destroying her. But now her thoughts were all a jumble. Here at Chaldea one's gender was not a limiting factor, forcing Mordred to confront the idea for the first time. Matters were further complicated however. More than one servant bearing the face and name of her father had been summoned. There was one that wore the armor and had the bearing that Mordred remembered from life, but there were several more. There was one that acted innocently, a pale one whose glance sent a shiver down Mordred's spine, a genuinely male one from another reality. There was even one that wore a modern woman's bathing suit, gallivanting around showing off her lithe body and brandishing a water pistol. That wasn't even a fully exhaustive list, and Mordred was left sitting on the floor of her room failing to recontextualize her thoughts about herself and the king.

Mordred's contemplation was interrupted when she suddenly fell flat on her back as the sliding door was opened. She opened her eyes and found herself looking up beneath a skirt at a pair of black side-tie panties that bulged slightly at the front. Mordred stared for a moment, her mind failing to process what had happened as it struggled to change gears.

"You never were much of a knight Sir Mordred, but I thought even you had the capacity to properly greet your king." said the intruder, voice dripping with contempt.

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==Chapter 7, Doppelbanger (Cons, Incest)==

Gudao lay naked and spread-eagled across a mound of pillows that had been stacked against the headboard of the bed he shared with his sister. His arms and legs were bound in place, with enough slack that he wasn't in any particular discomfort, outside the fact that he was powerless to do anything about the raging erection between his legs. A simple cloth gag had been slid between his teeth and tied behind his head, loose enough to not be uncomfortable but tight enough to prevent coherent noise. On the floor next to the bed was an empty bottle of one of Da Vinci's more recent concoctions, bearing a label identifying it as 'Da Vinci's Super Virility Max!!!'. Minutes prior, while Gudako had been pressing the bottle to his lips Gudao had expressed misgivings about drinking the concoction, having heard that Da Vinci labeled this products strength by the number of exclamation points it had, that one staff member had already had a heart attack while helping to test the one exclamation point variant, and that he was pretty sure that this strength was explicitly made with servant's extraordinary durability and stamina in mind. Gudako had assured him that not only had that incident been with an early prototype, but that Da Vinci had assured her that they would need at minimum three exclamation points of strength to overcome the poison resistance they share from their contract with Mash. Gudao might have protested harder had he known that his sister would immediately scamper off after he had emptied the bottle, leaving him to suffer the effects in solitude. His dick felt almost painfully hard, felt like it was almost literally burning with need. When he wasn't focused on trying to wriggle out of the leather cuffs that bound him Gudao was intently focused on the door, trying to will his sister back through that door so that she could take care of what she started.

Gudao was so intently focused on willing his sister through that door that he thought he had somehow fractured reality when the door finally opened and two instances of his twin sister walked through. The two girls walked to the center of the room, directly at the foot of the bed, and turned to face Gudao, cocking their heads with a wry smile in a perfect mirror of each other. The two Gudakos were exactly the same, save that one had her side pony tail on her left, as was her usual style, while the other had hers on the right.

The two Gudakos enjoyed Gudao's dumbfounded expression for a few moments before turning to face each other and joining their lips in an exaggerated open mouthed kiss. As their tongues wrestled their hands began to wander towards the buckles on each other's uniform. Dexterous hands pulled on belts, zippers, and cloth. Jackets, shirts, and skirts gradually accumulated on the ground. All of this while the intense make out remained unbroken. Soon the pair wore only their underwear, tights, and boots. The pair broke apart, first one, then the other sitting on the edge of the bed while the other pulled off her boots and tights. Now the pair only wore their matching black underwear, of a simple yet sexy design.

The two Gudakos each approached a different side of the bed and started to crawl onto it. Gudao's eyes rapidly flitted from one pair of entrancingly dangling breasts to another. He had gotten quite worked up while he was in the room by himself, and after the show that had just been put on his mind was nearly overwhelmed with the desire for release. His muscles bulged as he strained against his bonds to no avail. He was beyond rock hard, his cock already leaking precum, only the slightest stimulation away from blowing.

The two Gudakos bent their heads in unison, extending tongues reaching towards the throbbing tower. Somehow, through the incredible fog of lust assaulting his brain, Gudao noticed that the left-tailed Gudako hesitated slightly before her tongue made contact. Any further thoughts on the matter were pushed to the furthest reaches of his mind as the two girls dragged their tongues up his shaft, collecting the liquid that had already leaked from it.

They hadn't even finished the first lap before Gudao's lust began to erupt. The two girls did their best to keep licking as Gudao's hips bucked, semen spurting everywhere, landing all over the bed, his lower body, and the faces of his twin, twin sisters. The orgasm was easily the most powerful one Gudao had ever experienced, and with his dick not showing even the faintest hint of beginning to falter it promised to only be the first of many. Gudao briefly recalled the rumored heart attack and prayed Da Vinci had prescribed the right dosage. The self proclaimed 'genius' was quite the trial-and-error kind of inventor.

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Literature
This story is practice, something simple to wrap my head around some writing basics. A simple world in which there's no constraints on what might happen. It's not particularly visceral, but will become so in coming chapters. Please let me know what you think of my writing so far. The image is a rabbit I drew some time ago.

Burrows

Chapter 1

For as long as anyone could remember, the surface has been the domain of monsters, and burrows the domain of their prey. To hide their presence, rabbits lived in small, hidden villages of families, scattered and unconnected but for the barest trade and the rarest collaboration. It remained that way for millennia, but then suddenly came to a violent end. One kingdom now connects the underground in a massive web of lively burrows. A kingdom populated by rabbits and owned by wolves. A kingdom named Eunicia.

Snowdrop marveled at the open market every time she walked through. Distracting herself with the bright adverts and warm meals allowed her to imagine for a few moments what it would be like to buy something one day-- and besides that it helped her empty her mind of the great weight of the cabbages in the wheelbarrow at her back. Her long ears drifted back and forth across her shoulder blades as she glared from one side of the cobblestone road to the other. A black, gothic dress caught her eye in one stall. So dark and sullen against all the brightness, oh what it would be to be a tall, regal wolf and feel that light fabric hug her small waist and ample hips. She was floating, skipping, blinded by that vision, when she found her chest pounding harshly against the leg of a man twice her size. She fell back and looked up to find someone silhouetted by the warm lights in the high ceiling. She hit a wolf, and not just any:

"I'm sorry Voros, sir, please forgive me, sir sir sir!" The girl said, scrambling to her knees to kneel and bowing so low her ears grazed his boot tips.
"You tryna kill me? You got a knife?"
"No sir! I'm just on my way delivering some cabbage sir and--" She paused to think of an excuse that neither blamed the wolf nor sounded like she was simply distracted, but she failed and blurted "I was daydreaming! I'm sorry!" She wasn't able to meet his eyes, she was glaring into the floor below as she spoke. He knelt down low to inspect her groveling posture and smiled.

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Chapter 2

Snowdrop arrived to a large, circular, iron barred gate leading into a narrow cave guarded by 2 wolves. This marked the beginning of the mineshomes. She reached up to the bright blue collar around her neck and grabbed from under it a gold key attached to a silver chain. As a blue collar rabbit, she was allowed to roam freely in and out of the mines, so long as her business there pertained to her job.

Behind the gate, cobbled together homes of stone, wood, and surface garbage cluttered the walls of an ever growing tunnel system. The minehomes were busy in a way that was different from the bustle of the marketplace. Rabbits felt more real there somehow. They laughed, mothers watched children play hopscotch in the corners where they could find enough space to, even the despondent or exhausted were honest with their emotions, laying together in the sidelines of the thin walkway between homes. Though the conditions were doubtless tiresome, a kind of camaraderie bound these rabbits. A camaraderie Snowdrop often found herself jealous of. These were black collars, most would be born, live, and die more or less within the mines. Her status as a blue collar mostly bought either reverence or disdain from these people, and neither was very much like having a friend. She had something close in Milia though.

Millia ran a bar which was a well kept secret within the minehomes. None of the rabbits had coin to exchange, but candy pieces acted as a good replacement-- except for when someone's kid ate their life savings on occasion. "Millia's place," locals called it. Even some friendlier wolves would take a moments reprieve here, where they could find stronger than average ale at dirt cheap prices. As soon as Snowdrop brought her wheelbarrow within line of sight of the open air bar, Millia started to shout and reached for a cowbell on her countertop "LUNCH! LUNCH'S ON!" This caused Snowdrop to whisper as loud as she could.
"Wait wait wait wait wait!" she said, dashing towards Millia with her head hunched low. "Voros gave me someone's *head.* Their head!"
"What? You talk to that wolf??"
"It's in the cabbages, he just... threw her in there!"
"That's gruesome! Where does that man get off--"
"I don't know what to do with her! I've been to scared to look her in the eyes, I screwed up lunch, there's blood on everything-- I've just been so scared! I rushed here-- I'm sorry! I--"
"Girl, breathe. Bring that wheelbarrow to the back and wash the cabbage off, I'll take care of this." Millia said, and grabbed the nameless head by it's ears, yolking it up out of the wheelbarrow.

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