Korra For Breakfast
Tags: F/F, Cooking, Cannibalism, Non-Fatal, Romantic.

This story is (loosely) based off an edit I did a while back (https://www.gurochan.cx/g/src/1433907141292.png).

Posting this in its own thread because posting newly completed stories in a giant thread for people to enjoy is apparently a terrible idea that people hate (since it has rendered absolutely no feedback whatsoever).

Anyway, Enjoy.

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"What's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted?" Korra asked her girlfriend as they relaxed together on the couch in front of the roaring fire.

Asami blushed. "No way," she replied almost by instinct.

"Wait, what?" Korra asked. "Why not? All I asked was for the tastiest thing you've eaten... why won't you tell me?"

Asami winced. "It's embarassing," the raven haired girl admitted.

"Embarassing?" Korra asked. "It's food. How can it be embarassing?"

"It just is," Asami replied. "And... I'm worried you'll think it's weird," the ex-socialite admitted.

"Now I really want to know," Korra replied.

"Promise you won't laugh? Or look at me funny?" Asami pleaded.

"I promise," Korra stated solemnly behind a grin.

"Girlmeat," Asami replied.

"Girlmeat?" Korra asked, not sure she'd heard her girlfriend's answer correctly. "Like, from an actual girl, girlmeat?"

Asami nodded bashfully. "Yeah. When I was younger, my father used to get some for special ocassions, steaks, rump roasts, filets... it was... it was delicious. I loved it," Asami admitted. "As a kid, I just liked the taste, but as I grew up, realizing that this came from a girl like me, that another girl gave this up so that I could eat it? That she lost her leg, or her pussy, or even her life just so I could enjoy my lunch... It was electric. That thought always made me so wet after I ate some, I loved it."

Korra's eyes were wide with surprise at her girlfriend's revelation, but Asami couldn't see any fear or condemnation in those bright blue orbs. "If... if you liked it so much, how come I haven't seen you eating any since we started dating?"

Asami blushed. "It's expensive. I may be a wealthy business woman, but I have a girlfriend to support now, and getting her things fancy new airships and paying for her adventures costs money. I don't regret it," Asami reassured Korra beforePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

P R O L O G U E

The War was not a pretty one. There is no pretty war but The War started out pretty, in that it was relatively bloodless with a few bombings and mostly protests.

But then the government was dominated by a single theocratic faction, and committed genocide like the world had never seen before. Missiles launched from satellites destroyed millions residing in ghettos instantly, millions more were locked up.

Former allies knew something had to be done; They equipped and trained the remnants of the previous government and whoever would join them, and even sent in their own Special Forces. Rival superpowers took their chance and armed their own proxies with massive numbers of cheap but effective weapons.

The theocrats found they had been both outnumbered by one revolutionary faction, numbering tens of millions of hardened soldiers, and outgunned by the other.

It was at this time that the rival superpowers marched on their circumstantial allies with legions, and a single nation's civil war turned into an even bloodier World War.

When the smoke cleared generations later, there were no victors.

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Chapter 1

The underestimation.

"I TOLD YOU TO LAUNCH A L L OF THEM!" General Crut hammered his fists on the ceramic table.

"That would've been overkill, we can now counter-" Admiral Hurker favored safe bets, wearing out the opponent cost-effectively.

"Boys, boys." Mr. President held his left hand up, "So their missiles took out our own. We have more."

He stood up and turned to face the largest monitor; it showed countless corpses strewn among rubble. Drones gunned down whoever ran.

"I'm glad I have both of you to even each other out." Crut always demanded quick action. Hurker favored safe bets, wearing out the opponent cost-effectively. The general came from a backwoods redneck family that used a paddle, but the admiral grew up classier, with a rich family that favored a cane. Both descended from military lineage. Both were men of faith. Both made no secret they wanted to gut the other.

Meanwhile, across the ocean...

"I can't believe we have to thank those brutes for this." A Prime Minister spoke to her advisers.

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Space Goo

"Holy shit! Jay Cooper! I can't believe it!" groaned Alice as she stood topless in the cheerleader changing room and adjusted her makeup.

"Believe it," said Jennifer with a smirk, "Tonight at Serene Lake Lookout. Full moon, clear sky, bright stars, perfect view of the meteor shower."

"The star quarterback that single-handedly won us the championship last year, and he's been available for six months. Who hasn't made a pass at him? What have you got that the rest of us don't?"

"Oh, gosh, I don't know. Maybe it's..."

"On second thought, don't answer that. Damn you, Jennifer. What do you eat to make your tits so big?"

Jennifer bounced her bare breasts in her hands. "Just good genetics, I guess."

"Well, you've got to tell us everything. Finally one of the cheerleaders is getting with him, so we're all going to want to know how it went."

"Oh come on. It's just a date, Alice. What are you expecting? An invasion of space aliens?"

"Tiffany heard from Sarah that Jay's cock is absolutely enormous."

"Don't tell me you believe a stupid rumor like that."

"Just find out if it's true and report back, okay?"

Hours later, with meteors streaking overhead, Jennifer and Jay only had eyes for each other. They lay in the back seat of his convertible with the top down, their lips pressed together, and his hands on her sweater. The park was dark at midnight and their clifftop vantage point meant that they were surrounded by stars on all sides.

She sat straddling him, slowly rubbing her crotch against his thigh while her hand stroked his muscular chest. She moaned and licked her lips as she pulled back to gaze down at him.

With a single smooth motion, she pulled her sweater off over her head. Her bare breasts bounced free, looking pale in the moonlight.

"Wow," gasped Jay, his blue eyes growing huge as he stared at her naked breasts.

She laughed and grinned down at him. "Yeah, these are boobs alright."

He rubbed the back of his head and grinned awkwardly. "Uh, you know I asked you out because I like your personality, right?"

"Liar." She rested her hands on her firm, round breasts. "For one, I asked you out. For another, everyone knows I've got the best tits on the cheerleading squad. You don't have to pretend you weren't thinking about them. I'm proud of them."
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Dick Girl Incest, Impregnation and Snuff
A Dick Girls of Gahoul Story
Herm, inc, preg, snuff, implied can

Pixie and Trixie were twins. Identicle twins basically. But everyone on Gahoul was identicle with their line. Pixie and Trixie were Snowflakes; one of the four races of dickgirl on their planet. All the dickgirls were beautiful, large tits, tight pussies, and above that, a nice big cock.
Now the four races cooperated most of the time, but when it came mating time each month, they hunted down and fucked each other. And the sex always ended up with a pregnancy.
So Pixie and Trixie were identicle, but they were also twins. They had shared a womb together, which made them sisters.
It was almost mating time, and the two had a very kinky plan.
"Damn, you look hot, Pixie."
"Thanks Trixie, you look good enough to eat."
Trixie giggled at the double entendre.
"Come here you little slut," said Pixie, bending over.
Trixie looked at the sight of her sisters wet pussy, with its large cock and balls hanging in front of it, and quickly made her way behind her sister. Sliding in her own hefty cock, she inserted her tongue in the hole behing Pixies neck and down to her honeypot.
"Hey," protested Pixie, "You weren't supposed to do that!" But since her sisters cock was balls deep in her, she wasn't able to move or resist.
Trixie, for her part, was just enjoying the fun. Slowly grinding her cock in her sister, she drank her fill of honey. Dickgirls can only drink a little bit at a time, to prevent them from gaining too much, or losing too much when they were fucked.
"Sorry, it just tastes so good. Besides, it's not like you won't get it back."
"Yeah...pant...I guess...pant...your right." Pixie was close to having her own orgasm from feeing her sisters cock in her. The thought of her getting pregnant by her own sister was so taboo that it had them both close to orgasm.
"Oh yeah sis, gonna knock you up good. You're gonna have my baby."
"Oh goddess, yes! Do it! Knock me up with your little incest baby!"
Suddenly Trixie stiffened and buried her cock balls deep in her sister. Holding her hips tight to keep her buried to the hilt, she shot her load deep in her sister.
"Here's your baby sis! I'm knocking you up right now!"
"It's so hot, I can feel your cum in my pussy! God I love this feeling!" Pixie came hard feeling her sister knock her up, shooting hePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

"Her name was Faith. Her ass was red. So was her face.
Her wrists were bound to her opposing elbows in a straight jacket. What else. Oh. And her tits were small, but her nipples. Jeeze. Big and long."

"The one with holes for her breasts, that one?"

"Yeah except this time, dig this, they were that small. She was flat chested, I mean the boob fat was there... barely. We decided to tie her nipples."

"Her fault for not having boobs. So what did they do before you showed up, with her ass like that."

"Well, they spanked her. A lot. But they saved her for me to rape."

"Really?"

"That wasn't originally their intention, ha, no. No, it cost me quite some rounds. But you know them, more about the process of inflicting pain than anything. Psycho cultists. I just enjoy being alive!" The 2 men laughed, along with various consorts, though one was a naked young blobde girl forced to laugh.

"Call it what you will. You know sadism is the point."

The redhead girl they were sitting on cried. "Please sir. - ow....." She was interrupted by a single spank. Her own ass was red, not from spankings. Red from blood, it had many needles poking out of it. Her bottom had become a pin cushion.

Just a short moment ago, he was at the bar, alone. Pounding back his own pathetic sorrows with vodka and gin, ever ashamed of his inability to ever find the right person and have sex. His friends teased him back at the university: “virgin.” Which, ordinarily would not have bothered the man much, but he was quickly on the path to twenty-four and he was ever aware of his age combined with his lack of experience.

Lucas Ledford, known to his friends as Luke, wasn’t exactly unattractive. He had an uncontrolled brown mop for a hairdo and didn’t put much effort into his wardrobe, but he had strong features. Dazzling blue eyes, a boyish upturned nose, and full lips lightly surrounded by little blonde whiskers. It took him awhile for puberty to really set in (his voice only just broke at seventeen) but his looks were starting to settle in. Unfortunately for the young man, he was also rather short at only 5’7” – and his tiny dick didn’t help matters much.

One could imagine his surprise, then, when someone came on to him that night. Luke could have sworn he had hit the jackpot. A woman approached him at the bar, a beautiful woman, that bought him drink after drink after drink. She had the most dazzling features – crystal-like blue eyes, gorgeous black hair, the most luscious lips imaginable, and the most perfect body form he’d ever seen. This woman was older, for sure, and he thought that maybe that was why she refused to tell him her name. But the youth was ever so turned on by this woman’s charm (and the drinks were helping, too) that he couldn’t resist asking her to follow him to his apartment. She accepted.

Now, here they were, her smiling at him teasingly as he stripped down to his Hanes white briefs. He was worried that that might turn her off – after all, most of the guys his age had “graduated” to something higher than the most basic of basic. But the woman rose from her seat on the bed and gently placed her hand on the cloth that just barely protected his privates. He was slightly embarrassed at the wet precum that soaked through his briefs instantly as she touched him.

“Luke,” she whispered into his ear, nibbling a little bit at the lobe. The young man moaned as his lips parted in a delicate smile. That was the first time anyone had said his name right – such delicate desire, copious amounts of sensuality that was enough to give him a permanent hardon. “Luke,” whispered the woman again, her hand slightly bendingPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Liv walked away from the reception desk and down the hall toward Suite 1056 - per her instructions - while absent-mindedly rubbing her arm just below the shoulder where she'd received the injection a moment earlier. Her raven black hair flowed unrestrained, tucked behind her fair, white ears, and slightly lifted by her gait.

Not long ago, she wouldn't have expected to be doing this. Back when cannibalism was first legalised nation-wide, about a decade ago, it was all the rage for young people to go off to the butcher. Any occasion worth celebrating would have a feast, courtesy of a friend or family member, or sometimes just a person who'd done it for the experience. Now, though, with most of the willing population gone, and meat demand supplied by prisons, there weren't a lot of people doing it any more.

Liv had made up her mind about a month ago. Her boyfriend's birthday would be tomorrow, and having been stuck in constant unemployment for the last 8 months left her at a loss for the funds to buy something she considered suitably extravagant. Then she'd seen an internet post detailing someone's DIY roasting of their teenage daughter. The recipe and final product had looked delicious, and seeing it convinced her of her course of action. However, she wasn't going to be able to cook herself, and her boyfriend was far from competent in the kitchen, so she'd called the meat processing plant just out of town to ask if they'd do a custom order for cheap if the meat was supplied. They'd graciously complied.

And now, here she was, walking to the hall to - the nice older lady at the front desk told her - be gutted, before heading out to the kitchen. The injection she'd been given acted as a pain-killer and inhibited her body's natural tendency to repair wounds in order to ensure she'd remain alive and fresh for as long as possible. Already, she could feel a pleasntly light sensation creeping up from her extremities.

Reaching the end of the long front hallway, Liv looked to her right to see the room she was looking for; a painted steel door with a thin, frosted-over window like all the rest. Straight ahead of her in the hall were the large, stainless-steel double doors that lead, industrial kitchen - she could hear the muffled whirring of dozens of machines, the bustle of factory workers, and the hiss of steam from just beyond. Not to long from now, she'd be in there, to be handled and fire-roasted. Just a big piece of meat.

She tuPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

New to guro fiction, experimenting with flash fiction (1000 words or less.) Feel free to leave a comment/feedback

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Wet slaps punctuated the silence of the chamber, mingling with the sobs of the naked bitch beneath him.

"Quit your whimpering, cunt. You're dead no matter how much crying you do."

Kimiko, the whimpering cunt, was bound to the guillotine, on her knees, head and hands thrust through a stockade above which a wide steel blade hung ominously overhead. Her body shuddered with each thrust of his hard dick and her yellow skin was slick with perspiration. He grabbed a handful of her plump ass, reveling in the way her flesh quivered and bounced from his pounding.

He peeked over the stockade at the tripod-mounted camera. The lens was angled downward at her face to capture every moment of her anguish in high-definition. There were no spectators on the other end; only after he was finished would his fans get to enjoy the footage. The guillotine's trigger was connected to the nerve on the underside of his dick and he had been teaming her hole for close to a half-hour. He'd have to do a bit of editing.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm almost done."

"Please..." she whimpered. "Let me free. I won't tell a soul. Please..."

"It's a little late for that, you dumb bitch. Be a quiet fucktoy, would you kindly?"

Fresh sobs wracked her but despite her crying, her cunt was soaked through. "Enjoying this, huh? If you're lucky, maybe you'll cum."

He picked up the pace of his thrusts, snaked his hand between her legs. She coated his fingers in a slippery cream and as he rubbed her swollen little nub, fresh secretions trickled from her hole.

For the longest minute of her sorry life, he pounded her, until her asshole clenched around his dick. His length swelled to its full girth, a thick load gathering in his head. With a harsh growl, he pumped her full of hot, sticky ropes. The blade fell just as the second spurt splattered against her anal cavity, severing her head from her body in a violent spurt of blood. The stump of her neck sprayed the wall with a crimson splatter and the headless corpse shuddered from post-mortem throes. He felt her cunt clench around his fingers as she gushed and it wasn't long before cum have way to warm, salty piss. He stayed inside of her, to enjoy her body's last quavers before he pulled out, smearing his glistening head againPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is a commission of mine which is a parody of a well-known daytime television. Perry Signer had a fantastic idea for getting the ratings of his show up, he was going to snuff eight porn stars on television.

Milked and Harvested - A Vespah Story

A boy's sister grows tired of his incessant erections, and his subsequent requests for relief from them by her hand. So, she Vespahs (Vortex Extracted Semen and Penis Automatic Harvester) him. Just how long can he and his manhood last, under the relentless machine's draining influence, before it takes everything from him..

1 - The Final Straw

 "Ah, sis? S-sorry to interrupt you, but do you suppose that you could..?" James asked, his voice a bit tentative.

 Julie, who was relaxing comfortably on the living room couch, laying out along its length with her shoulders and head propped up on one armrest, looked away from her book and up to her brother. She arched an eyebrow when she saw him, standing before her with his shorts around his ankles, and with his penis, quite rampantly erect, pointed almost directly at her. His hopeful expression faded a bit when Julie's eyes narrowed as she regarded both him and his erection.

 "I took care of you this morning, James." Julie replied, her brows coming together in a mild frown. "It's mom's turn now. Go ask her."

 "I.. I know, and I did." James replied, biting his lip a little and looking worried at his sister's darkening expression. "She's busy making dinner, and said she didn't have time to do both before she had to leave for work."

 Julie's frown deepened as she looked down from her brother's face to his tumescent cock, and she didn't immediately reply.

 "I know it's a bother, and I'm sorry to have to ask, but I really need your help." James said, his face and his tone of voice becoming a bit pleading.

 "Please?" he asked, practically begging, while dipping and raising his body a little. This made his penis bobble up and down at her, in what he obviously thought might be an inviting manner.

 Julie's expression turned a little sour, then she sniffed dismissively at her brother and rolled her eyes up towards the ceiling, in apparent exasperation.

 "Oh, very well." she finally agreed, sighing and shifting her book to her left hand. "I suppose we can't have you running around in such a state. Who knows what sort of trouble you might get into."

 "Jeez, thanks a bunch, sis!" James said, beaming a relieved grin down at her.

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