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 No.12408[Reply]

This is a series of snuff stories I am writing for a commission. Though they are not my best work (I consider that to be my Undertale series also posted here), they are generally enjoyable enough that I figured it would be worth sharing them here, since I have been permitted to.

It is worth mentioning some details were not decided by me, including the appearance and race of the main character.

While I will post just the first story for now there is at least one more forthcoming that is in the same world focused on the same character, though with descriptions of far more victims.

Goblin Purging


(cons, futa, popping, all the way through, watersports, drowning, bisexual, scalie)



 Above the goblin kingdoms, the Nightfury soared. It had been a long ranging from his home, and many hours since he had last landed to eat or to rest. His red eyes reflected the glint of the setting sun as he scanned the forest below, seeing goblin villages interspersed widely amongst the trees. Small green goblins moved in them, indistinct from this height.

 Thinking he might spend the night in one such village, the Nightfury shed some height, swooping down to fly low above the treetops and look for a good place to make a landing.

 There were few options. Most places were protected by trees or filled up with thatch roofs and narrow streets, goblin populations overflowing every clearing of the forest. The creatures were prolific breeders, with a variety of strange sexual quirks and behaviors that made them interesting to deal with.

 Finally spotting a town square that was large enough to land in, the Nightfury flapped his wings hard, buffeting against the hair as he pulled up. This left him dead in the air a few feet above the ground, and he dropped easily onto his feet, folding his wings behind his shoulders as goblins passed all around.

 The small green creatures were mostly humanoid, with exaggerated proportions and long, pointed ears. They all had many piercings all over their bodies, each one having studs or rings in different places. Aside from that, they wore little, most going about naked. The Nightfury was nude as well, so this was a benefit of coming to goblin lands.

 Standing nearly twice as tall as the little green people stopping in the street to observe him, the sleek black drake settled his weight onto his back paws, Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12416

Second chapter, including more victims and more graphic and inventive deaths.

Seven Slaves


=(cons, futa, scalie, ageplay/cub, bisexual, popping, watersports, ball torture, gutting)



 In the barren Hinterlands, beside a meandering river that stretched across the great dry plain, a circle of caravan wagons converged. Short scrub grass clung to the soil of the land, the shadows of great mountain peaks casting long across the earth as the sun slipped down the sky to hide behind them.

 Flying towards those mountains, a lone Nightfury passed above the caravans. Moving through the smoke and air rising from below, his attention snagged as he caught the scents billowing up from the small market that had been set up on the flat banks. Food and drink. Flesh and sweat. Blood and cum.

 A slave market.

 Swooping down, the Nightfury slowly spiraled towards the caravan's central market, seeing the auction stages set up within the several acres of enclosed land. He landed in front of one, joining a sparse crowd of bidders. He was nude, a generally unacceptable state in any human establishment, but in such a place as this it was fairly unremarkable. There was a great amount of flesh for sale, and competition was high among the slaves for who would be bought first, so all were naked to display everything they had to offer. Every one of those for sale here had willingly put their lives up for auction, the only legal form of slavery in these parts.

 Once purchased, a slave became property, their life given over to their new master's discretion. The cost of their sale would go to their families, and from then on they were legally bound to serve their master obediently in all things.

 Moving among the different stages, he ignored those auctions that sold humans or orcs, seeking out instead the ones lined with members of the lesser races.

 He didn't have to walk far, as the lesser races were always more plentiful at such markets. After passing only a few podiums, he soon found one with a pleasing selection of both kobolds and goblins for sale. The last buyer was walking off with a slave under each arm, his new toys giggling with pleasure as he whispered into their ears.

 Approaching, the Nightfury spared a glance for the auctionmaster, a plump human woman with a sultry smile. She glanced up and down his body, checkingPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12587

Sacrifices


===(cons, watersports, popping, beating, gutting, de-dicking, gender change, bi, cub, breeding, scalie)

In the narrow passes between high mountains, a chill wind howls across stone and lichen. Gravel stirs from granite ledges, echoing ominously as it rattles down sheer cliffs. A young goblin looks up at the noise, the piercings in her pointed green ears jingling as she shifts uneasily.

 Reaching up to fiddle with her ear piercings, Sadie's eyes darted towards the lithe, black dragon stretched out along the length of their wagon. Hunter's wings were outspread to soak up the small amount of sun shining down at high noon, their tips touching either sideboard of the wagon. This left her only the few feet of the wagonbed above his head to herself, his body stretched out in a nap across the rest as the wooden wheels rattled along. Her mentor's continued lack of concern calmed her somewhat to the possibility of rocks falling down upon them, and she returned her attention to the small fairy clutched in her slender green fingers.

 The little creature was passive, its pastel skin soft against her own as it regarded her. Barely a handspan and a half tall, it reclined in her palm as if it were a luxurious sofa, exposing elegantly delicate limbs and a miniscule bust. Three more fairies watched her, lined up along the soft flesh of her thigh in a seated row. Exchanging silent chatter, they occasionally glanced towards a fairy corpse that lay beside her on the wagonbed. Strangely, they were seemingly untroubled by it.

 "They don't seem very willing," Sadie said to the dragon, sounding faintly disappointed. "Actually, they barely seem to care what I do to them. That's not very exciting... Why'd you tell me to practice on these?"

 Black nostrils flared as Hunter snorted in annoyance, rousing from his half-doze. Red eyes opened to slits, and he glanced over at her, taking in the corpse of her first victim and the fairy still held in her palm. He grunted.

 "You have to tell them they'll like it." His eyes closed again as he resettled back against the bundled cloth he'd made into a makeshift bed. The slow progress through the mountains was irritating him slightly, as normally he would fly over these peaks in a single day. With his new apprentice to think of, that wasn't possible. "Fairies will believe anything. They're not very bright, but they're good at lPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12842

Sacrifices


===(cons, snuff, beastiality, bisexual, hermaphrodite, furry, dragon, popping, watersports, de-dicking/castration, impregnation)

Amongst the crags of the Dragon mountain range, to either side of the straightest and safest pass through those treacherous peaks, two mountains stood in a stony embrace. Both reached equally far above the valleys below, so close to the sky that one could have seen clear across the neighboring nations from their highest points.

If it were an especially clear night, an sharp-eyed climber would have be able to pick out the circles and lines of light that showed the merchant caravans crossing the eastern Hinterlands, bearing slaves and other goods. The dry land in the shadows of the mountains was uninhabited, yet stood at a crossroads between several nations of different species. Trade bustled through at a constant rate, impromptu markets springing up wherever a wagon line might make rest.

In the other direction, to the west, rainclouds came to a halt as they blew out their rage against the unyielding mountains. Here, there was a lush greenness that stood at utter contrast to the dreary Hinterlands, a wet wilderness called Gam'ju. A more dangerous place than any mountain, the jungles were filled with deadly and strange creatures seen nowhere else in the world, the homeland of the orc tribes that stalked unseen among the verdant wilds.

Finally, there was the mountains themselves, and the depths below those two twin peaks from atop which so much could be seen. In the warm depths deep inside those mated spires, there lived the scaled people endemic to all mountain ranges across the known world. Policing the pass between Gam'ju and the Hinterlands, a civilization of kobolds taxed the trade that flowed between their mountains. Worshiping the magnificent creatures that were eponymous to the cragged range in which they dwelt, they claimed a fifth of all goods and slaves moving through their lands as a holy tithe, piling up their riches in hopes of attracting a true dragon to dominate and lead them. For hundreds of years, the throne and altar of their god had stood empty, a series of married priests ruling in his stead.

Now, at long last, their hopes had prayers had finally been answered. Their god had come to claim his due, spreading blood and seed from and among his overjoyed followers.

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 No.12841[Reply]

(Femdom, sph, spanking, wrestle, goldenshower)
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Cassie stood naked in front of 2 closed door, his laughing sisters to one side behind him and his mom mom on his other side behind him, at moments spanking his behind as she lectured him. It was cold.
"Cassie you got yourself into this mess. It's your own fault people are clamoring for justice! Don't whimper because your bottom is sitting on your misbehavior!"

The only others in the hall with them was the arena crew- about a dozen cute fit young seniors with a gorgeous 23 year old blonde lady in charge- but on the other side of the doors, swhich suddenly swung open, was his entire school and various others from his personal life, and many he didn't know. The ride there was humiliating, being spanked as he was grabbed and tossed, then stripped in front of schoolmates, includong crushes who mocked his frigid little penis. This was hyper dimensional.
"Waahhaaahhh I'mm sorrryyy!" Indeed he was. He made some remarks about girls losing to men and a woman's worth.
Now he was naked being marched and spanked by his mom, his 2 sisters closest in age, one younger one older, strolled eagerly just behind, on either side, with a burning spotlight centered on him. He saw on the giant televisions his well funded school could afford, and his already burning red face swlled with a realization that this truly would be forever recorded in divine detail, when he saw his pathetic prick and ass were each being zoned in on. Subtitles made sure to poke fun at him and inform all the audience present exactly who he was.


The 4 entered the ring, and he stopped getting spanked, while a pair of young ladies, one slender with big boobs and just the perfect mix of feminine, mature and young. About 23 herself, she held a microphone, while her cuter friend behind her, younger in spirit, held a boxy camera.

 No.11164[Reply]

First story, because my writing is poor.

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In the icy plateaus of the far north, Lissandra glided swiftly along on her imposing mount of ice. She scanned the area, searching for the distinct golden glow of a particularly rare medicinal herb which could cure even the most severe cases of frostbite. Though undoubtedly important, the task was basic, dull, and would usually be handed off to some nameless henchman - if not for the fact that some of the most dangerous predators known to man happened to roam this expanse frequently. It was while mulling over this very thought that Lissandra spotted movement out of the corner of her eye.

Instinctively, Lissandra raised her arms, ready to unleash a spell that would raise the ice before her miles into the sky, preventing whatever attack the still unknown figure had in mind. Before initiating such a bold move, however, she caught a full glimpse of what it was that first startled her. At first, it appeared to be a fiery yet dull humanoid figure. Upon closer inspection, Lissandra realized that it was merely Zyra, another champion in the League of Legends. Zyra's vibrant and very out-of-place appearance had caught Lissandra off guard in this landscape that was permanently awash in grey and white alone. But it wasn't only the complexion of her skin that was out of place; it was Zyra herself.

"You shouldn't stray so far from home, my dear," Lissandra started. "It gets chilly up here, and not all plants fare so well in the cold." She glanced down, gesturing vaguely to a group of dying brush to her left.

Zyra approached briskly, arms wrapped around herself as one does when they're freezing. "Lissandra, I need your help." The desperation in her voice was evident, but Lissandra grew wary. Illusions and mirages were dirty tricks that her enemies were not above using. Just before Lissandra could warn Zyra to back off, she halted her approach. "There are..." her voice wavered, "The void creatures have been after me. I need to... I mean, they're trying to get m-"

Lissandra took a step back, preparing the spell she had in mind earlier. Zyra was never this 'to the point' in the few conversations they'd had. While Zyra fumbled on her words, Lissandra interrupted, "State your business quickly. I have my own dealings here, you know."

Zyra, shivering from the now-beginning snowfall, cleared her throat and made herself more audible. "I need you to... help proPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.11189

Oh wow Croatoan, I love your work on DeviantArt - didn't expect to see you here. Okay.

A major reoccurring issue for me is keeping characters in character. Or more accurately, just deciding what the hell I want my characters to be in the first place. I'll try to work on that in coming segments.

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Katarina had, without warning, carelessly let Lissandra drop to the ground. With no limbs to break her fall with, Lissandra's rump took the full impact, hitting the cold, stony ground first and therefore hardest. She felt the bruise forming there as the rest of her body followed suit to slump over on the floor. Being so accustomed to moving freely all her life, Lissandra had to make a conscious effort to not start wriggling away like some unearthed inchworm. She wouldn't give her onlookers reason to make light of her limbless dilemma.

Ashe bent over, hands on her hips as she stared straight down at the pitiful sight beneath her. With the pointed toe of her boot, she poked once at Lissandra's side. Lissandra loathed this feeling of being looked over, poked and prodded at as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat. Especially because, well, that's really about all she was now. Ashe cocked her head to the side ever so slightly, and grinned challengingly at her former strongest rival.

"Hello again, Lissandra. You seem to have lost some weight since the last time we met."

The whole situation was so insulting and condescending that Lissandra was left lying there, speechless and flush with embarrassment. She considered herself quite a thick skinned individual, able to brush off even the hardest-hitting verbal abuse. But now, she was there solely as the butt of the jokes. She was the punching bag. And as the punching bag, there would be no punching back, because she'd just get hit back harder and a hundred times more. So Lissandra had to swallow her pride and take the hit.

But when Lissandra saw the smug look on Ashe's face, saw how she searched her own for any reaction, she knew she had to try throwing at least one punch.

"And you seem to have gained some, my plump queen."

The combination of Katarina's unrestrained guffaws and the shocked disbelief so clearly painted on Ashe's face distracted Lissandra from the danger she'd put herself in. The satisfaction earned from such a fine comeback was, she thought, more than worth whatever punishment she would receive. After Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.11291

>>11189
Thanks! I'm surprised there isn't anyone else commenting. Usually there are several people always looking for amputee stories.

While I'm not particularly fond of the violence portions, her predicament at the end of your latest part is quite inventive. Keep up the good work!

 No.11299

I'm enjoying it! I suppose you're right that you have some things to refine in your writing, but so does everyone else. It's very readable.

Also, it's about an amputee and it doesn't have any dicks in the story, so that's catering perfectly to my tastes! =P I'm looking forward to some LoL ladies grudge-fucking your helpless protagonist!

 No.11302

Thanks for the kind words everybody. I'm just gonna write this next section and see what happens.

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There were two options. The first was to endure this punishment and hold on by her chin until Ashe came back to pull her off the ledge. But that was reliant on the assumption that Ashe would be kind enough to take her down. That Ashe would even return at all. Lissandra loathed being at the complete and total mercy of her most hated enemy. And to think that just yesterday she was the frost archer's equal, if not her superior. 'Repulsive' was the only word Lissandra could come up with to describe it all.

The other option was to find a way to escape this whole mess unscathed. Somehow. The task was overwhelming, to say the least. With no limbs, and even without the aid of her remaining torso, she was to rely solely on her head and chin to do... she didn't know what she was supposed to do.

But it was obvious that something had to be done. This wasn't some endurance test set up by Ashe to strengthen the grip of Lissandra's chin. She was being tortured. And it would be up to her limbless self alone to avoid getting knifed. That was the reality she had to face.

Lissandra recognized that the most likely way she could escape harm was to move herself to the left or right of the blade beneath her, far enough so that when she released herself from the ledge, she would land on the ground instead of the knife. How she was going to manage that was the question. She thought maybe she could shuffle herself to the side using her chin while her torso dangled along with it. But her remaining body put so much pressure on her chin that she was having trouble just staying on the ledge, let alone lifting it up enough to allow adjustments for movement. There was no way she could do this; she had no arms with which she could hold the ledge to alleviate some of the pressure. She had no legs with which she could reach the ground. Reduced to the bare minimum, the ice witch was incapacitated to the very limit.

Lissandra floundered about helplessly, as if the wild flailing of her torso would bring her the answers she needed. Though there wasn't really any other course of action, given her limited frame. And it was through this flopping around madly in the air that Lissandra discovered something vital - she felt her right hip make contact with what appeared to be the wall. It was in her mad fit of wiggling that she had thrusPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12837

Great story! I like the emphasis on her helplessness too


 No.12824[Reply]

Reference images can be found here: f-list.net/c/Milky%20Pop%20Shinobi and comments and requests in the guestbook's encouraged
It's the log of a scene, so part of the writing will reflect that.

"Alright, it's pretty easy. Just be yourself and think back to your first live concert, okay? That's literally it for this scene." The instructor spoke with a reassuring tone, before returning to his seat, while around the girls, the statist stood ready, some carrying planks, other tools and some of them musical instruments to create the illusion of back-stage crew and between the girls and the camera, an tv-journalist stood ready with a camera man, who was obvious a parody of a real news station, having a "SNN" logo on the side of the camera.

"Alright. Everybody ready? Light, camera aaaand action!" The 4 words the girls had heard so many times before immediately leading to a flurry of activity around them, and the parody news crew walking up to them for a mock interview. "And next up, is the rising stars, 'Milky Pop'." The 'journalist' commented to the camera before turning to the girls and holding the mic before them. "So you're pretty famous, but just in case, could you introduce yourself to any of our viewers back home hadn't heard of you yet?"
For all intent and purpose, then it seemed like any other music video, except that all of their men was waiting for their cue to drop the pretense.


Although it seemed they had gone through the motions countless times before, they still seemed to get somewhat nervous before their interviews. What would the public think of them? What if they say something wrong? Those thoughts would fly through their heads as they worried about the publics perception of them, because in reality their role as idols relies on the public entirely. The group would talk amongst themselves for a bit in order to calm down as the rest of the crew got into their positions, and at the instructor's directions Mai would give a nod with a smile as she sat up straight. The rest of them would slowly follow suit, lining up and posing all pretty for the camera.

At those 4 words they lost that nervous feeling and immediately showed off a confident, cute, and welcoming look that their fans had grown to love. With the mic pointed towards them, the group began to introduce themselves. "Hello~!", Mai would say excitedly as she waved to the camera, "My name is Mai, and I'm second year Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9690[Reply]

If you wanna see the rest of the chapters, comment if you liked the story and i'll post them.





Daniel gets up on a large plastic bucket. He liked to do that every time he was about to say something important. It
also helped with his small stature. Two pairs of eyes were already locked on him. No one else is there, inside this old,
rusty, dirt filled warehouse. There were no doors to breach through. It was their hideout, the special place where their
twisted and dark thoughts weren't met with sighs, parent frenzy and talks of "puberty's difficulties".

"I hereby announce the first official meeting of the "Murder Club", he said in his young voice. He was only 12 years old,
but he was smart, certainly the smartest of the group, a cynical nature, his short haircut giving him a kind of geeky look.
Girly clapping followed this announcement. In front of Daniel, sat two girls. The first had long, curly blonde hair and her
large, excited smile showed off her braces. Annita was 15 and she was the more energetic, quirky and sadistic of the bunch.

Next to her, contrasting her colorful look, a goth girl by the name of Frederique, or "Fred" as the other two called her
now - weirdly enough, she didn't mind. With dark hair, clothes and attitude, she was the oldest of the group, aged 16.

The boy continued. "We will now draw to see who gets to choose first", he said, and produced three pencils, all held in his
right hand, so that only one side was visible. Both girls pulled their chosen pencil at the same time. Frederique's was the
shortest. "Ok Fred, you win", Daniel concluded. "Who is the first victim?"


VICTIM NUMBER ONE: SUSAN WILLIAMS



Frederique always despised the popular girls in her school. Those with the fake personalities, who, on the surface
liked everyone, but never failed to talk shit behind their backs. The superficial, hot chicks who, at the end of the day,
didn't care about anyone but their own "status". Susan was the worst, at least in Frederique's book. Having dated the guy
that Frederique had a crush on during the first year of high-school, might have played a part in her decision. She had the
slim, but curvy body, and the full breasts that Frederique secretly wished she had. At 17 years of age, she was a catch and
she knew it, taking very good care of her appearance, accentuated by her expensive, sexy outfits.

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 No.12748

Annita sure likes to murder people over perceived slights, I wonder how long it will be before the other two decide she's too dangerous to be kept alive...

 No.12764

I'm hoping we get to see a drowning sometime :)

 No.12795

>>12732

What do you mean? He's one of the three members of the group. :P

>>12748

Mmm you think? It's not like she can murder them easily by herself though.

>>12764

A very likely future. ;)

 No.12796

>>12795

The boy in the core three starts out called Daniel then gets renamed to Nathan in the middle of the last chapter.

 No.12814

>>12796

Shit, my bad, he is meant to be Daniel. I was writing another story with a Nathan protagonist, that's why it slipt. :P


 No.12529[Reply]

Enjoy!

 No.12802

>>12529


 No.11625[Reply]

Ebony- 3ft creature with large, droopy ears, ivory skin, a large mouth vertically down her center, and 4-fingered hands and 3-toed feet. She is a the chosen of an old one known as the Hungerer, is in a constant state of hunger, feeds off of others as they eat, and her limbs are more like tendrils. She is a cook, preparing and making meals to feed people and animals so she can feed, and cannot die unless her old one does not want her to live again.
Emiko- Artist emikochan has volunteered herself to be Ebony's meat ingredient for a skewered meat dish.

// Part One//
"I use three knives as my main cooking utensils, but, sometimes, I use other pieces of equipment. This," Ebony said as she pointed out the large stainless steel rod, "is my unspoken fourth." She added as she walked around it.

Emiko smiled as she watched the cook examine and admire the rod. "And you're going to live-cook me with it?"

The rod was not very intimidating, standing straight as it was, but it did not leave much to the imagination of what would happen to Emiko.

"The client asked for a whole human sow, live and edible, and lightly coated in soy with the brain exposed and seasoned with lemon and soy and a splash of sake." Ebony informed as she made sure the rod was in place.

Less than three feet tall itself, the rod was mounted to the ground and virtually immovable, and it was easy to see that Emiko would not be able to be impaled unless she sat down in a cross-legged fashion.

"So that's why the table is VIP only." Emiko noted.

Ebony looked up at her and nodded. "Yep! Gutting, cleaning, preparations, stuffing, and serving are all done here, and video taped upon request." She added before producing a menu from under the bench of the table. "But this is the only VIP room, since it's too far away for me to benefit from." She explained.

The table was built with a small charcoal grill in front of and behind where the meat would be impaled, a small selection of condiments and toppings available, and a bench to the left and right of the meat for up to three people on each to sit comfortably.

Currently, it was all covered in thick plastic to keep it clean and fresh for when the clients came in, the polished smooth wood nearly reflective, and the grills empty of fuel but available in rough paper bags.

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 No.11627

fantastic work <3 Thankyou so much ^_^

 No.11629

a lovely little story. always fun and sexy to see emiko die in new and exiting sexy ways, esepcialy when she ends up as food.

 No.11654

Now this is nice.

I love that the snuff is not just consensual, but pleasurable and exciting as well. That, and one of my favorite guro artists is the meal!

 No.11664

A story with a wonderful artist here - that's really wonderful ^_^

 No.12800

Hey Emiko

People sure love to prepare a girl like you.


 No.9720[Reply]

The Last Ride of the Dragonbride


(consensual snuff, sizeplay, bestiality, hard vore, impalement, fucked to death, love)
Stars faded from the sky as birds began to fill the forests with their musical, raucous calls. Trees lay thick upon the hills of Haedell, the wild never tamed so far east, where humans had yet to spread. The noise was enough to reach Swyena half a mile up, listening from upon her mount as Dumin beat his massive black wings against the air. She smiled as the birds began to go silent, intimidated by his dark silhouette against the blush of dawn.
She had slept in her saddle the night before, exhausted after leaving the earth of the battlegrounds soaked in blood. The king of Haedell had called for the Dragonbrides, begging the aid of their mounts against the unsurmountable hordes of rebels that had backed him into a corner, lead by his own former general. The man was as skilled in tactics and strategy as his former liege was lacking in them, and his advantage had been great. It had taken all day to lay waste to the rebel legions, thousands of former farmers given arms and training that was sufficient to lead them to victory in battle after battle against the professional soldiers of the Royal Army. They had not had a chance against Dragon Riders, but they had fought bravely until the bitter end regardless.
Such struggles always left Swyena tired, not least from how her heart had beat rapidly in terrified exhilaration during every moment of combat, despite how safe she had been from swords and lances, high upon Dumin's back. The dragon was the only real fighter of the pair, unlike some brides who prided themselves on being as dangerous on the ground as their mounts were in the air. Having to associate with her fellowship had also been tiring - there had been endless questions in every spare moment about where she had been before the call, why she had not been seen practically once since her apprenticeship had ended. Hearing them drill her on every detail, one would have thought they were a group of fretting aunts in some village, as opposed to a circle of equals flying miles above a battle. Able to slip away when it was clear the battle was concluding, Swyena had directed Dumin to fly low, then slumped against his warm, sleek neck, and the sound of his wings and heart both beating had quickly lulled her to sleep
Where they wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9722

Fuck, that was hot. Great build-up (always nice to see a little character and world building in a story, even a snuff one lol) and great finish — though it wouldn't hurt to have drawn it out a little more! Do you have any other stories on this site/elsewhere?

 No.9741

>>9722
I have a collection of four Undertale stories posted here as well. I consider them slightly better written and if you enjoyed this you would enjoy them.>>9722

 No.9746

Another story way more hot than I could've possibly expected! And I loved reading your Undertale series too, goat mom snuff all the way!

 No.12777

bump


 No.9658[Reply]

A cute Fish and the sea Restaurant.


Close to the coast of Sydney, a lovely voice is heard. A small black shadow glides through the sea. To whom does this lovely voice belong?
Leila is a brave mermaid veal. With her golden hair and her silvery tail fin, she belongs to a particularly rare breed of mermaids. She has a smooth skin and small but well-shaped breasts. An innocent girl like her is a popular prey in the ocean. As such a Valuable Girl, she normally is strictly guarded…
But today she seems to be traveling alone!
"Daddy is so mean! As if I could not take care of myself!" She complains. "The ocean is dangerous, but he can’t lock me up at home forever!"
A small fish nudges her.
“I Know! I should speak with my Father…” She says annoyed. "But first I would like to see the sea diamonds!"
Frantically, the fish swims back and forth.
“You already sound like my father! ^Leila the diamonds are dangerous! ^”
Leila ignores every warning and approaches the coast. It doesn’t take long before she finds the diamonds! These are precious stones in rainbow colors. A big pile lies right in front of her. It is strange that no one has taken them yet...
the fish tries to hold her back.
“Stop! I just want to look from a closer angle!” She manages to shake off the fish.
Carelessly she swims to the stones. Suddenly a trap is triggered. A net wrap around Laila's body. “What?” She is completely tied and helpless, she looks quite shocked.
The fish shakes his head.
“Don’t be so mean! I know you have warned me! Hey not run away!"
Poor Leila… According to the law of the ocean, a fish is considered dead when he gets caught by Humans. She tries to free herself with all her strength. But it's too late. The fishing net already get pulled upward. After just a few moments, she feels the unusually dry air.
"For real?" Leila complains.
Confused, she tries to scan the environment. She is on a boat and there is a girl! She looks into the big eyes of a young women cook. She seems hardly older than herself. She could be her sister. But there is a big difference: She is a Human… Leila is just prey.
"What a wonderful catch! We have a main menu!" Says the cook, grinning.
Leila doesn’t understand a word ... But she can imagine what she said. It would be unfair to keep fighting. She is lower in the food chain. She must submit…"It's a pity ... But lost is lost…”
The cook looks at her questioningly.
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 No.9726

do you mind if I translate it and repost it somewhere else?

 No.9731

np do as you like

 No.9740

Thanks, the mermaid is so cute.

 No.12776

bump


 No.4450[Reply]

Hi everybody. I posted this story once on Smashwords before they passed their strict "no necro" rule. There is also a sequel that I might try posting later. Enjoy!


Slut-er House

I

She heard his heavy footsteps drawing closer and her pussy grew moist in anticipation.

Let him do it to me now, Amy thought. There was nothing she craved more than to feel her captor's cock thrust deep inside of her, to feel her womb overflow and possibly even burst with his seed, before he finally sent her to Hell once and for all. What was Hell like? She hoped that it would be like what she had spent the past few hours enduring, an endless orgy of torture and violation. They said that Hell lasted for eternity. If it was anything like her current fantasy, she definitely prayed that it would. Would she see the others in Hell? After all, they had all gone first and were probably waiting for her to arrive. Amy decided that she probably wouldn't, for Hell was supposed to be a punishment, not a holiday. Still, she couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to have a threesome with Satan and someone like Cici or Steffy. Maybe the Devil would allow an exception to the rules, simply for his own pleasure at least. Amy looked forward to it eagerly. She rubbed her pussy in ecstasy while anxiously awaiting the moment that her throat would be slashed, her carcass gutted and her eternally damned soul fucked and abused by the Prince of Darkness.

Finally, the electronic gate of her cage rose, opening the way down her last mile. Amy crawled through the narrow corridor like a hog in heat. Mobility was still difficult after what she had been through and, every so often, her captor would hasten her journey by shocking her ass with a cattle prod. The sharp tingle of electricity excited her sexually. She hoped that her tormentor would give her one last fuck for the road. She reached the end of the corridor to find a large, white room with bloodstained hooks hanging from the ceiling.

This was it.

She had reached the killing floor.

Amy's captor unbuckled his pants and she licked her lips in excitement.

This was the end of the line.

II

The line had begun in the insane asylum.

Dr Amy Pearson was stunned beyond words at what had become of her colleague. Liz had once been a cool, serious professional, the sort of no-nonsense “tough chick” who embodied modern femininity. As a result, it was a total shock to see Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.5448

I pictured her as a d-cup. Glad you liked it.

 No.5977

I think this is my new fave <3

 No.7689

Video Nasty

Anita Slutteasian trembled as she unwrapped the retro cartridge. “SLUTer house III: Video Nasty,” read the cover. Anita, of course, had heard of this game only in whispers. Its legend had begun with Rick Roessler's “Slaughterhouse” film. According to internet legend, an excellent sequel was made in 1994 called “sLaughterhouse II: Pigsby's Revenge”. The casing in the title had been intentionally reversed in order to emphasize the “laughter” in “slaughter”.

But the story for the third film was much darker.

For starters, the title was altered from “sLaughterhouse” to “SLUTer House” in order to market its hyper-sexualization. The film itself ended up being banned and every last print of it was destroyed. However, the tie-in video game managed to survive, albeit only a handful of copies ever surfaced. According to Anita's research, this was supposed to be the most sexist and misogynistic game ever created.

Naturally, she had to review it for her YouTube channel. She recalled once hearing about a book called “Slaughterhouse Five” and wondered if it was also part of the series. Disgusting.

Not without trepidation, she slid the cartridge into her SNES and powered it on.

The first thing she heard was the guttural grunting of a pig. Then, two red eyes appeared on her TV screen. They weren't humanoid eyes in any way. They were something else. Something demonic.

Before Anita could react, a ghostly white hand stretched out of the screen and grabbed her by the throat. She tried to scream, but her windpipe was completely blocked. She realized that she couldn't breathe.

From out of the TV emerged a large, powerful man with a pig's head. Maxwell Meat, the final boss of “SLUTer House III”. He lifted Anita off of the ground and squeezed her neck. In his free hand, he held a butcher knife.

He slid the weapon down the top of her shirt and sliced it open, exposing her bare, tanned breasts. He licked her nipples, then began suckling on her tits as though they were udders. He then threw Anita onto the hard floor. She cried in pain as the back of her head began to bleed. But Maxwell Meat was not done with her. Her placed his heavy foot overtop of her throat and pressed down, pinning her to the ground. He then reached down and lifted her black skirt. Anita rarely wore panties. She saw underwear as symbolic of patriarchal oppression. Now, however, she wished that she had a steel chastity belt, as the monster Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9501

This is fantastic!

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