A Thousand Worlds of Despair: Survivor's Doom

(suicide, sacrifice, torture)

Rena Ryūgū stood on the hill overlooking the remains of what had once been the village of Hinamizawa, the place that had once been her home. 20 years ago the population had died in a single night from what the government claimed to be volcanic gas released from the Onigafuchi Marsh. 20 years ago she had lost everything that had ever meant anything to her.

20 years ago she had done unforgivable things. She had never quite figured out what exactly had made her go so completely insane, but the end result had been her taking the entire school hostage and threatening to blow them all up, unless the ‘truth’ was acknowledged by the Sonozakis. 20 years later and she still doesn’t know what kind of truth she had wanted, what truth she had believed so zealously in.

Her thoughts had been drowned in delusions about bacteria and aliens, intense paranoia driving her to suspect her friends and the village elders of a conspiracy. She would have murdered the entire school if her friends had not stopped her... if Keiichi had not managed to snap her out of her psychosis. Even though everything should have ended well for her friends, disaster had struck.

20 years later and she still couldn’t cope with the fact that her father and friends had all died and she had survived, even though she had been the one to do terrible things, having been locked up in the police station at the time of the disaster. 20 years she had been separated from her dear friends and her loving father, 20 years that had left her with no more tears to shed.

Every new day was torture, her existence haunted by the past she could not, would not escape from. She had tried to live on, to continue on and to honour the memory of those who had been lost. With the resources that she had had, she had tried to find out the truth of what had happened, tried to make something good come out of the horrible tragedy, tried to atone for her sins. But it had been all in vain. 20 years later and she was no closer to the truth, her questions still unanswered.

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Let's go on an adventure /lit/!

I am still learning English, so please tell me if you enjoyed it and how I can improve on my writing! ^^

Abducted!
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1.

You are an ordinary 16 year old high school girl, long hair, athletic build, and a face that'll make most boys turn their heads.

You wake up in a cold and damp room, the pungent stench of rotten flesh wafted in the air. You are still in your school uniform, white blouse tucked neatly into a teal pleated skirt. At least no one did anything rude to you while you were unconscious.


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Cream and Juice

1 - Wednesday Morning

"Come on, Edward, I don't have all morning." said Miss Myers.

"My my, he is taking an awfully long time." observed Mrs Stevens.

"I-ahh! I'm trying, Miss Myers!" Edward panted, as he worked his hand up and down his rigid shaft.

"Well, if you don't come soon, my coffee will get cold." replied Miss Myers.

Edward was standing to the side of Miss Myers' desk, facing it, with his pants around his ankles. The bottom few buttons of his shirt were undone, and the corners were tucked up under his armpits, giving him unrestricted access to his bare crotch. He was stroking his cock vigorously, obviously trying to reach orgasm quickly.

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It is the last thing I would want, yet nothing is hotter than a guy losing his cock during his last orgasm.

The next special I have already devoted to Kamilla! aryion.com/g4/user/Kamilla But you can still choose the opponents. [​IMG] every choice is one enemy from my book^^.



Maybe become a little short, I hope you like it anyway!

Third advent special: A coupon for Agatha.

A few days ago, Agatha received a letter with a coupon. The sender merely said. "From a fan." It is a coupon for a butcher shop. This is perhaps the strangest gift that Agatha has ever received. Especially since you can only use the coupon at the 24th December. Who gives food to Christmas, that you have to prepare yourself? Agatha became curious. In internet, she found out that the butcher’s name is Jaimie and that he has a legendary reputation. Supposedly, pigs like to die through his knife. This is of course an exaggeration, but it sounds hot. Perhaps Agatha can watch the master at work, she hadn’t planned anything for the first Christmas day anyway. Fresh meat couldn’t hurt!

So, she appeared at his shop in the evening, as it was demanded on the voucher. She's dressed in one of her tighter evening gowns. Agatha hadn’t had a butcher for a long time, maybe she could get some more intimate information out of him. She loves to seduce men. But this is only a test! She hopes for a man who can turn the game around. But the most men disappoint her…
The master butcher has already expected her! He looks very young for a master. But his eyes are serious, and his strong arms show, that he has already killed many animals. He has a beard and short hair. He wears a green smock under which his muscles are visible. He looks at her very oddly. He seems interested, but it doesn’t seem as if he is interested in her as a woman. Agatha tries to break the silence. "I'm here for the voucher."
His face shows no emotion: "So it has come?" He says quietly and calmly.

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Today was a good day.

Earlier in the day I was informed by my commander that the ransom payments still haven’t arrived, and it was my privilege and honor to send an unmistakable message to the world by executing our first hostage. Collectively, we decided that the little French girl cowering in the corner should be the first one to go, she’s young and sexy, it will get plenty of media coverage.

The girl’s a natural beauty with a pretty face adorned with very little make up. Her long blonde hair tied was pulled back in a long ponytail, sporting a professional look with a pristine white shirt and a pair of light colored skinny jeans. Sophie is her name, according to the lanyard around her neck, and apparently she’s a trainee journalist at a local news agency. Poor girl must’ve just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and caught up with the wrong crowd, and now she’s going to be murdered on air for the whole world to see, how’s that for some quality journalism?

As I made my way towards her with a knife in hand, the frightened girl dropped on her knees and pleaded desperately in French. Although I had absolutely no idea what she’s saying, I could taste her fear and desperation, which transcended all language barriers and was invigorating as always.

With her hands tightly cuffed behind her back and legs bound together at the ankles, she attempted to wriggle away from me like a broken marionette, but to no avail. Screams of pain escaped her red glossy lips as I grabbed her ponytail with a vice like clench, and forcefully dragged the writhing woman to the gym’s changing room, or as we call it - the slaughterhouse.

Her eyes widened, and a ghastly expression that could only be described as pure horror slowly formed on her face as I slammed her on the floor of a shower cubicle. To be frank, her reaction was completely justified. The cracks between the tiles were covered with the dried viscera from a previous interrogation victim, a vivid and metallic scent of dried blood wafted in the air. If you looked closer you would know that out the source of the scent - a smelly pile of small intestines that got stuck on the grate in shower drain.

Not a pretty sight indeed.

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A little story to match the Christmas season. Little sisters are great.

A Christmas surprise for the best big brother!

My big brother is the best brother you can have! When I was in danger, he was there. If I could not sleep, he told me good night stories. He helped me at school and taught me how to ride a bike. Since we had no parents, he has been taking care of me. For him, I have always remained his cute little sister. For me he will always be my strong brother. But I am no longer a child! I realize that he gives up many dreams for me. As long, as I am here, he will never live for himself! I know exactly what my brother wants. Even if he thinks I don’t know. This is a gift that only I can give him!

My alarm clock is already ringing at 5 o'clock. For I must be awake before my brother! My brother gets up early, I should hurry if I want to surprise him. I quickly put all the ingredients on the table I prepared yesterday. Fortunately, our oven is big enough. I've tested it several times! I also bought a fresh baking pan for this day. Now if everything is prepared, there is only one thing to do. I jump quickly into the bath and put on my shirt with the cat and the panty with the red bow, I have worn when I was very small. Luckily, they still fit, even if the shirt emphasizes my body shape. I tie my golden hair to two ponytails, the way I used to wear them. Today I will be his cute little sister again! I don’t have much time left. I take the large silver plate and place it in front of his door. I tie a red ribbon around my neck. The recipe I put in front of the plate. I myself sit on the cold plate with crossed legs and try to look cute. Now I just have to wait...

It doesn’t take long, sleepy my brother opens the door. Like any Christmas, he wants to prepare sweets for me. This time I was faster!
"Surprise!"
He wipes the sleep out of his eyes: "What's the matter, little sister? Why are you ..." Loudly he reads the recipe. "Chocolate Baked Sister ... Signed Santa Claus. What does that mean?"
I look at him with wide eyes: "Stupid Big Brother! I'm your gift!"
He looks at me with interest. "You mean I should eat you?"

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It was on the old chan, and I quite enjoyed it. Does anyone know where I can find it again please?

Aaron woke up in a strange room all by himself. The last thing he could remember was swerving to avoid a dog crossing the road and crashing into a tree. Looking around the room, he then saw the most beautiful young girl. She must have been around 10 years old, with pale freckled skin, firey red hair, and just the beginning of budding breasts under her flowery sun dress. This beautiful lolita turned around and smiled with the an adorable smile.

"I'm glad your awake. My name is Anabelle, and welcome to heaven."

Aaron had so many questions. Was he really dead? Who was this Anabelle?

"Don't worry Aaron, it is perfectly normal to freak out a little. You died in a recent car crash trying to save a dog, and as a result you have made it to heaven. Here you get to have all of your deepest desires and fantasies fullfilled. Everyday you will wake up in a new dream world where you can do anything you would like, absolutely anything. Today, I am all yours. You can do anything and everything you would want with me. You are my absolute master."

Aaron, excited about the prospects of everything he had just heard, decided to try it out, and see exactly how far he could go.

"Take your panties off, and lean over, I want to inspect your pussy"

You could tell Anabelle was nervous, she had never been with anyone before, but she wanted to do anything to please her new master. She pulled her underware down and leaned over, touching her hands to her toes, and displaying her pussy for Aaron to see and do whatever wanted to up her sun dress.

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Hey, I'm back again.
This time I've got a gif I made involving needles and pasties.

As the title says. This is supposed to be a thread where everyone can ask questions they may have been afraid to ask anywhere else or even google, and hopefully someone here is able to answer (or at least provide an educated guess).

Can be just about anything, especially sex- or guro-related, for a story or just out of curiousity, but please don't be lazy and at least consider looking it up first.

I'm planning on posting some writing of my own, but before that I'd like to get a bit of clarification on some things regarding how to tag my stuff (it's likely going to be a collection of shorter stories, so tagging will be on a case-by-case basis rather than at the top of the thread).

- What does the "snuff" tag actually stand for? I see it on a ton of stories, and I know what a snuff film is, but not how the word applies to writing, and consequently if I should use it.
- Are "Con(sensual)"/"Non-con" used only in regards to sexual intercourse, or also (or maybe especially) to denote willing/unwilling death/gore/etc?
- Is a short, half-sentence, mention of someone pissing themselves on death enough to warrant the "Scat" tag, or is that unnecessary for such a minor thing?
- Slightly related, how exhaustive should the tags be in general? Or what are some common tags I should be sure to include (if they apply)?

Thanks in advance for any helpful answers (as well as any other hints/advice for properly tagging stories).

P R E M I S E

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

Time-travel led to incomprehensible wars and invincible utopias. Entire lineages were prevented to undo mild inconveniences. Paradoxes that brought both morality and reality into question became routine. Genocides killed endless masses to assure tyrants that their own displeasure simply never occurred.

Entire dimensions could be created, first a simple, random universe like their own; Most initially spawned with just thermal, electric, or kinetic energy and simple elements. Eventually complex self-aware multiverses that were crystaline and mechanical could be conjured in nanoseconds. Interdimensional sub-space God-Machines were like pennies to a True God.

Once these Universe-Machines were capable of creating atom-by-atom replicas of themselves, Identical-Parent-Machines, they could essentially create endless numbers of realms expanding infinitely in every direction. Hells filled with Ice or Fire, Heavens brimming with Life, and Voids of Nothingness- no more than a child's plaything!

As these humans- and aliens they encountered- became immortal gods, able to create new forces, shoot infinitely hot flames, teleport anywhere, and be threatened by nothing except their own kind, they had only their desires and a new plane of science and philosophy to contend with, if they so chose.
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The Landing

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The second Advent Special is complete! Dodge often uses a quiet cook. I tried to orient myself to his stories. I hope you like it:)


A Julia gift for Dodge!

I have been expecting many guests… But Santa Claus?! I may not be the tidiest person, but even for me this situation is very embarrassing. I wear a much too long red sweater and a yellow skirt, which is wrongly tied. I wear a white and a red sock and my hair is disheveled. I haven’t even mopped the sleep from my eyes. People who visit me know me and know my quirks. However, before Santa Claus I would have liked to show a better Julia!
„You don’t need to be nervous. You look great!" He tries to give me courage.
I wonder why he visited me of all people? Hesitantly I dare to ask. "Mr. Santa Claus. Why are you here? Have I done something evil? "
He laughs heartily, "No, you were brave! That's why I need your help. Sit down on my lap! That might shock you… Do you have cookies in your house? "
I get the self-baked biscuits out of my can and sit down on his lap. I've always wanted to know how it feels to sit on his lap. With strangers, I normally feel uncertain. But Santa is not a real stranger!
He clears his throat.: "I'll be honest with you, I want you to be a gift to an elderly gentleman."
This is indeed very surprising! "I'm supposed to be a present!? Should I have sex with him!?" To have sex with a stranger is exciting ... But I believe that is too much for me! He certainly wouldn’t have fun.
"Calm down.” Santa say with a soothing voice. " the man is a very kind cannibal. Unfortunately, he didn’t find a meat girl for this Christmas. You shouldn’t just have sex with him. I want you to be his meat girl! You always dreamed of it. Haven’t you?"

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

Time-travel led to incomprehensible wars and invincible utopias. Entire lineages were prevented to undo mild inconveniences. Paradoxes that brought both morality and reality into question became routine. Genocides killed endless masses to assure tyrants that their own displeasure simply never occurred.

Entire dimensions could be created, first a simple, random universe like their own; Most initially spawned with just thermal, electric, or kinetic energy and simple elements. Eventually complex self-aware multiverses that were crystaline and mechanical could be conjured in nanoseconds. Interdimensional sub-space God-Machines were like pennies to a True God.

Once these Universe-Machines were capable of creating atom-by-atom replicas of themselves, Identical-Parent-Machines, they could essentially create endless numbers of realms expanding infinitely in every direction. Hells filled with Ice or Fire, Heavens brimming with Life, and Voids of Nothingness- no more than a child's plaything!

As these humans- and alienes they encountered- became immortal gods, able to create new forces, shoot infinitely hot flames, teleport anywhere, and be threatened by nothing except their own kind, they had only their desires and a new plane of science and philosophy to contend with, if they so chose.

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One lovely design was randomly directed labyrinths. Every member of this godlike super-species could make as many as they wanted, but one stood out as a particular sadist who filled his with victims. Knowing full well the hatred nobler entities had for him, he needed immense protection, so he sought out servants and allies, grooming beast machines to guard his lairs. He went back in time and was the Devil's impostor.
It was too easy, you see, to simply create trillions of inhabitants to suffer. There were infinite numbers of them (many that his associates created) but he rather catch souls that were destined for better fates... which is to say any fate.

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Has anyone been or is planning to go to Ryonaket?

The next one is February 26th 2017 in Tokyo.

www.ryonaket.com

Background Infos Stesspela:

Breed: Sar.
Sex: female
Age (This story): ??? between 100 to 10000 Years I guess.
Height: 1.34 meters
Eyes: Emerald green
Hair: snow white.
Blood type: 0+
Meat: always tender. (even if she is stressed)
Breast: B
Special features: missing left eye. Last survivor of her folk and heiress of divine magic. She can transform atoms and manipulate natural laws. She is a Vegetarian and pacifist. She has panic fear of darkness! She Don’t age.


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Hey there guys (and girls?) I don't want to spam this place with my art, but a lot of it fits the bill, so I figured I'd share a few assorted chanworthy pieces as an example of my work. It's mostly furry and mostly male/gay, but that's not the only thing I can/will do. Also, anyone else is of course free to post anything of mine that they've seen and liked.

Now, since I browse requests a lot anyway, if it's allowed, I'd like to leave this thread open to requests. I do original work as well as editing (though I'm not going to edit anyone's watermark out or anything like that, so don't ask.).

...Now, I don't want to give the pretense that I have a life, but I probably won't be here every day and I don't want to draw 24/7 so I'm just going to pick requests based on if the idea inspires me to pick up the pen. That said, if I'm going to disappear for more than a week I'll say so.

In the Pokedex are already very important info. But they have forgotten a very important detail so far! This will probably have the most tags of all my storys^ ^

Tags: (bug vore, cannibalism, corpse eater ,Dragon, Gore, Parasite, Plant vore, Pokemon, Pokemon pred, Pokemon Vore ,Pokemon/Human, roast, Sex, Snake, Snake Vore, Soft Vore, Transformation, voluntary )

Since these are Pokedex entries is doesen't explain the details ... (Maybe I write short stories to some pokemon on request)


Pokedex hunting tactics: “The hunt begins” (001 to 025)


001: Bulbasaur. Type: vore/plant

Bulbasaur normally hunt new trainer. His toxic is not strong, so it can't put a girl to sleep. Also, it's easy to escape his grab. So, it's wait for his girl trainer to get into a fight! If the victim fall over, he fast can caught her into his bulb. Once into his Bulb, there is no Escape! The cute meat is digested and help him evolving to a cute flower!

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Hi all, I'd swear there's a large list of /lit stories that have up-and-disappeared. What's up with that?