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 No.10227[Reply]

With both a Persona 5 and a Persona 4 story, it was inevitable that I'd also write a Persona 3 story. A lot of thanks to Blau Sturm for the story idea and discussing it a lot with me.

Gekkoukan High School Reunion



Part 1



Yukari Takeba pulled a pink sweater on over the white shirt she was wearing. She stopped for a moment, wondering how Mitsuru had managed to find the exact model she used to wear 4 years ago, when the two of them were still students at Gekkoukan High School. The short black skirt she had on was also similar to the one she wore back as a student, and so were the black stockings that reached to her knees.
She was currently alone in one of the private rooms in a building owned by the Kirijo Group. The whole building was now the site of the Gekkoukan High School Reunion – an event organized with the resources of the Kirijo Group by Mitsuru Kirijo. People who went to Gekkoukan High School at the same time she did were finally given a chance to reunite in one big gathering. And to witness a grand performance – in which she’d play the main role. She blushed as she thought about it, and that’s when Mitsuru walked through the door.
The ex-Student Council President also wore clothes similar to what she did when she was a student – a white blouse and a longer black skirt, along with black knee-high boots. The whole meeting was her idea – as was the performance the two of them were about to give. When Mitsuru first proposed it, Yukari wasn’t sure, but after she convinced her it would give them a chance to reunite with their leader, who sacrificed herself those 4 years ago, she immediately agreed.

“Are you ready, Yukari?” Mitsuru asked her, and Yukari replied with a smile. “Of course, let’s go!” Yukari jumped from her seat and followed her redheaded friend through the door. The pair walked through a few corridors towards the main hall, until they ran into a group of former Gekkoukan students. It was a trio of men with their cocks out, and Chihiro Fushimi on her knees in front of them. She still had a black skirt on, but the top of her uniform lay discarded on the ground near them. She was sucking one of the men off, while her hands were giving the other two handjobs. By looking at her now, no one would be able to tell that those 4 years ago she was afraid of even talking to men. Of course, that girl was long gone by now – Chihiro replaced Mitsuru as the Student Council President after she graduated, Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.10344

>>10253
Thanks!

For anyone not familiar with the game, the her the story's referring to is the player's character - she dies at the end of the game.

Gekkoukan High School Reunion



Part 2



Aigis looked at her friend sitting next to her on a bed. They’ve watched Mitsuru and Yukari hang, but after they finished Fuuka just kept staring at their bodies on the screen. She still wanted to go through with her own death – Aigis already asked her that much, and it broke her away from just looking at the screen.

Suddenly, Fuuka got up and walked towards her.
“Let’s do it!” she spoke while grabbing Aigis’s hand.
“You first need to get ready, Fuuka.” Aigis told her, and Fuuka froze in place. She realised she needed to undress herself before they began. Because she knew that before, she didn’t bring her school uniform and instead just wore a white sundress and a black pantyhose underneath. Her boots were standing next to the bed.

Since Fuuka wasn’t moving, Aigis decided she had to act. “Don’t be shy. If it makes you feel better, I’ll take off my clothes too.” She spoke, and eagerly pulled down her black skirt, then grabbed the hem of her shirt and took it off, too. Her robotic body was quite modified for the event, and Fuuka’s eyes widened as she saw the realistic-looking nipples on the sizeable breasts Aigis had now. Fuuka moved her eyes downward, and to her bigger surprise she saw a vagina between the robotic legs.

“Your body, it looks different now.” Fuuka commented as her eyes immediately snapped away.
“I asked for a few modifications so that it fit in more with the theme of this event.” Aigis replied, moving her hands towards her breasts. “They should give me the same feeling any human would feel. It just felt appropriate to do this.” Then she moved her gaze back towards Fuuka. “It’s your turn to undress now.”

Fuuka nodded to show that she understood, and her fingers went towards the front of her dress. She quickly undid all the buttons, and pulled it open, revealing her small breasts. She pulled her arms free of it and let it fall to the ground. After a quick pause, the blue haired woman grabbed the seam of her pantyhose and pulled it down her legs. She got it off her feet, then took a step forward and looked at the table in front of her. At the knife that was waiting there for her.
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 No.10377

Not bad, but what about Saori's severed arm? I thought she would play with it. At least it deserved a mention being put away from the table (or, if Saori put it from the table's side, laying on the floor beside her head).
Also Aigis's reasoning to kill herself sounds so sad. But apparently there'll be another part on Elizabeth and Margaret, who sound pretty casual about is, so I'm looking forward to it.

 No.10381

At first I wanted her to play with it, but I wanted her to be a virgin so I decided against it, and then I just forgot about the arm. And I felt a bit bad for Aigis while writing this part – she loves the player’s character in game canonically, and with the setup in part 1 she couldn’t get a happy ending. One might argue that her suffering makes her death all the hotter though.
As for Margaret and Elizabeth – they’re incredibly powerful, so dying isn’t that much of a deal for them. I think you’ll like the way I’m writing Margaret. Thanks for replying!

 No.10478

Here comes part 3!

Fun in the Velvet Room



Elizabeth watched the screen with increased interest. She was sitting on a couch in the Velvet Room, and the screen was showing her the body of Aigis as it was being used by some man. Her gloves were laid out next to her, and one of her hands was buried beneath her dress. She was moaning as she used the hand to touch herself.
“Hello, sister. What are you doing?” Margaret, Elizabeth’s sister, asked her the question as she suddenly appeared next to her on the couch.
“One of our old guests just committed suicide along with a few of her friends, and I’ve been watching them. It proved to be quite… entertaining.” She answered without stopping the rapid movement with her hand.
“I see. Do you also wish to do so?” Margaret asked her sister, and when she received a nod in response, she smiled at her. “Then I’ll be joining you in that.”

“Thank you, sister. But before we start, there’s something else we have to do.” As Elizabeth said that, she stood up from the couch and pulled the hand out of her pussy. She gently placed her hat on the couch, then bent over and grabbed the hem of her blue dress. She pulled it upwards, and she quickly took it off. As she was pulling it up, both her wet pussy and her moderately sized breasts were revealed since she wore no underwear. Then she sat back down and pulled the blue knee-high boots off. She put the clothes down on the couch, completely naked except for her blue hat which she put back on.
“Why are you taking your clothes off?” Margaret asked her, unfazed by her sister’s sudden nudity. “The girls I’ve been watching did so too, and I want this to be similar to what they did.” Elizabeth replied, and Margaret smiled again. “I shall undress too then.” She undid the belt of her high-cut blue dress, then pulled the dress upwards. She kicked the high heels off her feet as she did, and she put the dress over her sister’s clothes after she got it off. She sat down and took her black tights off, then looked at her sister. “Are we going to get started now?”

Elizabeth didn’t answer her. She sized up her sister’s breasts, noting with satisfaction that hers were still a bit bigger, then moved her eyes down to Margaret’s snatch, confirming her sister still wore no underwear. She then moved closer to her, and placed the hand that was already stained with her juices over Margaret’s pussy. She moved her face closer to her sister’s and leaned in for a kissPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.10482

I had fun working on this with you!! :D

Even if I mostly provided feedback and ideas, I really enjoyed working on this.

I'm looking forward to our next one, and I'm on the relevant doc for conversation purposes. :)


 No.10321[Reply]

I went for a Heroes-verse take on this, working off of Zephiel running across the woman who attempted to kill him. Who knows how death works in that world, honestly, but hey.

XXX

While the Askrian keep that held the Order of Heroes was massive, it was inevitable that Heroes from all times and worlds would have a chance of bumping into each other. Usually, this was no issue. At times, however, sparks would fly. And at other times still, the absolute worst would come out in those who crossed paths.

XXX

Those with more villainous natures, when not on the front lines under Kiran’s orders, tend to stick to themselves, in the less populated areas of the keep. Zephiel is one who sticks to his isolation with a fierce tenacity, only seldomly backed up by his former subordinate, Narcian. Today is one such day, and the two walk the halls in silence, taking in the nostalgia of each other’s presence. Until, however, their peace is disturbed.

Another disreputable Hero is making her way down the hall toward them, and the sight of her causes Zephiel to grind his teeth. The former king had survived countless attempts on his life, the most prevalent of which was his own father’s attempt to poison him. But another that always stood out in his mind was the Blue Crow’s attempt to end his life.

And now, by chance, she crosses his path. Either this incarnation of Ursula hasn’t failed in her attempt to assassinate him yet, or she simply doesn’t recognize him after his many years of training and growth.

“Narcian,” he growls, keeping his voice low. “What say we have some fun here? I have quite a bit to pay this wretched woman back.”

“Gladly, milord. Things have been far too boring for Narcian’s taste of late!” the Wyvern Lord answers, still showing reverence to the man who once gave him his orders. That is, to his face, at the very least. Zephiel is not a man one wishes to anger, with his tenuous grip on sanity.

And yet the very sight of Ursula, the Blue Crow has enraged him. As their paths converge, the two men spread out, blocking the blue-haired assassin from progressing any further.

“What is the meaning of this?! Is there some grievance between us?” Ursula asks, her tone demanding. “I’ll have you know, harassing an assassin of my caliber does not end well.”

“Quite the tongue you’ve got there!” Narcian says, “But you should really watch how you speak to your betters.”

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 No.10334

Great writing Buzzard ^_^

 No.10341

>>10334
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed!

 No.10362

Outnumbered and cut down again

I love it

 No.10476

I just realise now that absoulte amazing opportuities Heroes offers so many grudges left unfinished, and repeatable

Thank you for opening the door


 No.10249[Reply]

A request from a friend, Maribelle's attempts to intercept Plegian soldiers goes even worse than in canon.

XXX

“Plegian troops, crossing the border to pillage and loot? I hope your captain understands this is an act of war!” Maribelle says, tall on the back of her horse. The rank and file soldiers look up at her, dazed by the noble’s sudden appearance.

“And who’re you to stop us?”

“A noble of Ylisse! I demand parley, before you take any more innocent lives.”

Another soldier steps forward, a bit better groomed than the others. Taking him for the captain, Maribelle turns her horse to face him.

“Are you the one in charge here?”

“Yes. So if you've got something to say, spit it out. We've got orders to follow, after all.”

“I'll do nothing so vulgar as ‘spit it out,’ we're talking life and death here! You and your men had best turn back for Plegia, lest you bring war down on all our heads,” Maribelle says, hoping to appeal to the men's reason.

“Gangrel wants war. And if we know what's good for us, we want what the king wants,” the man says, shaking his head. “‘course, a noble bitch seems like a much better target than some stinking village.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink in, and that hesitation would spell disaster for Maribelle. When his men grew so near to her, she isn't sure, but their hands around one of her ankles, tugging her from the back of her horse. She falls to the hard earth, tangled up in her saddle, and the sudden commotion is enough to spook her horse. Her mount flees, leaving the noble dazed and immobile.

Worse yet is the group of Plegian soldiers surrounding her, distasteful expressions plain on their faces. She struggles to rise, extracting herself from the tangle of rope and leather that is her now-useless saddle.

“What do you think you're doing?!” she asks, incredulous.

“A declaration of war, like you said. This is easier on us, and likely to be a lot more effective anyway.”

“W-what are you referring to?”

“Raping and killing a noble, and leaving her mutilated corpse practically within sight of her keep? Even your peaceful bitch of a ruler can't stand for that.”

Panic seizes her heart. She turns, frantic, looking for any opening, and when finding none, bolting for the smallest looking enemy. With a shove, however, she's sprawled on her back in the center of the circle. The captain moves first, straddling her.

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 No.10311

>>10303
You know that used to be my thought but kids today are really more mature sexually its actually rather scary. Still dumb as kids but with the sexual appetite and knowledge of a sailor on shore leave

 No.10347

Is it a theme in fire emblem for pegasus knights to get taken hostages again

 No.10361

>>10347
Well they do tend to be royalty the ones that get caught and the ones we save are either the guards of royals or last of their unit kinda like Cordellia and Syrene so they make good targets and are or used to be all female till Fates. Honestly would probably be easier to catch and hold a pegasus knight than a wyvern rider

 No.10464

>>10361
You talking bout Tana, she was so close to being murder and after being told not to go by everyone

 No.10474

>>10464
Yeah Tana that trouble maker she got good later but took so muc hto just rescue her


 No.10219[Reply]

I wrote this after some talk in the 2d board for fire emblem. Someone mentioned wanting to see Gray strangle Clair, and... I can't draw, but I can write!

XXX

Gray finds it harder and harder not to resent her. He confessed, he poured his damn heart out to her, telling her he loved her… and was told never to speak with her in response. Clair, who always speaks her damn mind, no matter how much it hurts. Clair, who he can't even think of without shaking, without getting angry.

Yet, she's so infuriatingly gorgeous he can't help but think of her. Before, he wanted her to be happy. Now, he wants her to hurt like he does. The villager lies awake at night, thinking of it. Of how badly he wants to hurt her. Of course he feels awful about it, but the desire doesn't fade.

And each night, it gets worse. Eventually he can't even try to sleep. Instead, Gray paces the camp, trying to keep his mind on other things. Trying to keep his thoughts away from making it so she can't speak to him. From her face, twisted as she gasps for breath. From his hands, locked around that slender, pretty neck. So alluring, so fragile…

And suddenly, Gray notices where he is. A very familiar tent is before him, dark, its entrance unguarded. He knows she's asleep inside, not a worry in her head. She can just cast him out, throw him away, and sleep like a baby? It isn't right.

Before he can stop himself, Gray is lifting the flap of the tent. He leans in, gazing at Clair. The light of the Moon makes her radiant, as she sleeps, her hair sprawled out beneath her head. That neck, so enticing… her chest, rising and falling with each breath, while he suffers under her words.

He can't take it. Gray steps in, crossing to her bed. He lowers her covers, slowly, so he doesn't disturb her. In the dim lighting, he can still make out her curves under the thin night gown, and he wishes things could have been different. He feels a stirring of arousal, and Gods does he wish it was different. But now, this is the only way. He'll win. Clair will be his, and no one else's.

So he climbs into the bed, straddling her. Each of his legs pins one of hers. The weight causes her to stir, to open her eyes and see the dark outline of her uninvited guest. Before she can scream, however, his hands clasp around her neck. It's so thin he can easily wrap his fingers around it, and squeezing feels so natural. Her hazel eyes go so wide, when she realizes her breath won't comePost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.10391

>>10390
Are you kidding? I love incest. And honestly have considered writing Luthier x Delthea anyway. I'll take a crack at it.

 No.10416

>>10391
I await with baited breath

 No.10417

>>10391
This gonna be good since she thinks everything she does is gold let me see that golden stream

 No.10463

Nice work I honestly cannot wrong Gray for this nobles tend to need to get strangled more often I say

 No.10473


Thinking about that I thought Fernand was going to kill Mathilda when he switched sides.


 No.10367[Reply]

Hello! I'm Lilac. I've decided to start posting the short stories and drabbles I've written and am writing to the public! Feel free to critique and comment! In any case, I hope you enjoy the stories!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 No.10368

Westworld


Chapter 1: Black Hats


M/F | Snuff | Non-Con | Shooting



Twin black hats rode on a train to the lawless west. The first and the second were practically identical in clothing and appearance, resolving to change in the same room even. Though the former had only just arrived, the second was a seasoned veteran. He had snuffed a generally large sum of his hosts in his time and was one to brag back home. His feats were only brag worthy in the sense that he had gone farther than anyone in the house, be it a good or bad run, and in secret, he was hoping that his sister would change that.

***



“I’m still so glad you’ve decided to go black hat with me,” Leonard said giddily, bouncing up and down the street. Erin hated it. He generally made an ass of himself, but this was too much, even for her. “No one comes here to do good, trust me! Those who do only do it because their family is watching or cause that little nazi killing zealot inside hasn’t smashed enough fucks over the head with a bike lock!”

“Glad to see you’re having fun, Leonard…” She replied, following his lead and tying her own honey colored hair back into a bun before placing her stetson over it. “I’m more here to prove to you that not everyone is a goddamned sociopath once left to their own devic-” Air leaves her stomach in a hacking cough as a stray bullet in a showdown slammed into her gut. The lithe blonde fell to her knees, blue eyes wide as she dug into her black blouse for a bullet wound she couldn’t find. She blinked, tapping the flesh until a grape sized welt appeared on her stomach, denoting a hit.

“The guns can’t hurt guests, sis,” He chortled before grabbing his twin by the shoulders and picking her up. “Now… Go on to the Mariposa. The family that tried their hand against Bethany failed and ran off. I wanna have a go,” He tipped his hat and walked twenty paces away from a brunette with dazzling green eyes. Bethany, as her brother put it, was dressed in a checkered shirt, crossed and tied back to expose a toned, tanned belly. Leather chaps lingered over light brown leather boots the same tone as a the handkerchief over her mouth and the brown of her hat. Erin let her feet go stable under her as she jogged to get closer to the bar but still in view of the show down.

“Bethany! Do you remember me?” Leonard called, hands cupped around his mouth. “Robbed a bank or two together? All Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.10460

Great depiction of violence and suffering in this. I want to write something with violence too.

I didn't realize that this was based on a show until after I read it. Thanks for including enough explanation about how the premise works.

What did the Nazi bike lock thing refer to?

It's nice to see siblings that get along and can play together. I'm happy for them.

Does "The lanky blonde" refer to Leonard?


 No.9933[Reply]

Rural Laws



When I stop the Jeep, Tanya’s wet little mouth slowly slides off my cock and she looks up at me with a grin.

“That’s just a preview, you know. Just make sure I can show you the rest.”

Her perky little tits have been on display since we left the ranch, but as she climbs out onto the low grass her bikini bottoms follow, dropped on the passenger seat. Her slit is hairless as she turns to let me see, and glistening slightly with her excitement.

“So now I’m a trespasser.. Five minutes, we said that, OK?”

And then she is off, running lightly over the firm surface like the young athlete she is. Not quite twelve, and getting off on being hunted by grown men. It’s a strange world, but I can do nothing but shrug and start my preparations. It’s taken me almost four hours this morning to locate the kinky little thing on the net and pick her up. I hope it won't be a waste of time.

By the time I have started the vehicle and reduced the distance a bit, she is almost a kilometer out on the prairie. A bit closer and I see her looking back at me, finding a bit of extra speed, but she is clearly nearing the end of her endurance, hair lank with sweat, drops glinting in the sun as they fall. Just as I like it.

Time to engage cruise control before I stand up to get a better view. Forty meters now, one hand on the steering wheel as I take aim. A neat line on her tanned skin, from her perky bubble butt up along her side, eight red spots blossoming in less than half a second as I let the .22 sub drift up.

Tanya drops without a sound, slowly rolling onto her back with her legs spread as I stop the Jeep beside her. I used squirrel rounds, of course, to avoid an instant kill, and her wet cunt squeezes me nicely as I lift her hips and press in my cock, still slick from the blowjob.

I hear a bubbling breath when I lean forward to squeeze her tit. Her lips are flecked with blood and saliva as she looks at me, frowning.

“Idiot, I liked you,” she manages.

I shrug, of course, and press the gun up under her chin.

“Love you too, baby!”

The twitch and clench of her cunt as a single shot blows out the top of her head almost makes me cum, but I let her body grow limp before I fill her up.

Pictures for Instagram then, face up, face down, and tied to the hood of the Jeep before I drive back to the smokehouse. Worth the effort, this one.

 No.9990

This is good. Short and tightly written, self-contained, and sexy.

 No.10000

You're a really good writer and I enjoyed this tantalising taste. Hope to see more. :)

 No.10373

A shame it's so short. I would have liked a little more detail, but still not too bad.

 No.10433

Loved it. Short, to the point.
Specifically I loved the age of the girl, the direct way in which you snuffed her, and how the setting worked perfectly with the story. You are an excellent writer and I look forward to more from you.


 No.10267[Reply]


by

darkgirlbex

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Angelina sat beside her brother Marcus in the waiting room, her underwear damp with her juices, his cum still leaking from her pussy. Their mother was sat beside them looking up the the LED display waiting for their names to be called. None of them said a word to each other.

Marcus sat with his head hung low trying not to thinking about what was about to happen. Angelina was looking around the waiting room at all the other boys and girls, wondering why they where here. She briefly made eye contact with another girl a little older than herself wearing a low-cut top, who was sat the other side of the room with her mother. Their gaze was almost a sympathetic one, they both knew each others tender flesh would soon be going under the knife.

Angelina watched as another teary blonde haired girl and her mother emerged through a door back into reception. She could tell that walking was causing her some discomfort, the girl didn’t look at anyone as her mother lead her over to the reception desk. Angelina listened into their conversation.

“How are you feeling now?” The receptionist asked.

“Sore.”

“Well that’s what happens when you can’t stop touching yourself,” her mother snapped.

“They ruined my pussy. My perfect pussy,” the girl sobbed, wiping away her tears on her sleeve.

“Well the soreness will go in a couple of weeks. And you’ll get used to the smooth look eventually, it might look a mess now but once it’s healed it’s going to look so clean and tidy,” the receptionist said handing her an information pack. “If you have any questions just call out information hotline,”

The girls mother took the pack and thanked the receptionist, she then lead her daughter slowly out of the building.

Angelina was now more worried and anxious than before. When the display bleeped she almost jumped out of her skin, nervously she looked up. Much to her relief it wasn’t her name on the screen. She looked around to see who it was, the girl she’d made eye contact with a few minutes earlier and her mother stood up.

“Mum please I don’t wanna,” the girl said sounding really afraid.

“I don’t care what you want Rebecca, now come on,” she said taking the girls arm and dragging her off practically screaming through the door.

Angelina looked at her older brother, he was still just looking down at the floor. She wondered if he was feeling as nervous as she was, he must havPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.10395

bump. castration is pretty far from my thing, but the setup you have is very cute. I picture the same vibe but ending in snuff! thanks for a fun little read! <3

 No.10427

>>10395

Yep! Snuff and non-con!!!


 No.10346[Reply]

The story goes something like this...
A girl gets a job to clean a lab for a scientist. She walks into a tube to clean it but the door closes and the scientists younger daughter shrinks her. Then takes her and plays with her like a doll. The scientist daughter ties up her breasts and eventually bites them off.

Anyone remember this or know where it could be found would be much appreciated.

 No.10350

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/spiral/11313/Little-Trouble/27821/Chapter-0/Little-Trouble

 No.10351

Awesome thanks!


 No.8773[Reply]

Rin was a good child. Loyal, obedient and trusting of and to her guardian. An innocent, if somewhat clumsy soul to whom the many terrors and tribulations of the world were rendered as little more than inconveniences in the face of her beloved mentor, guide, and protector.

Sesshomaru.

He was the opposite kind of creature, murderous, rapacious, elegant... cruel. In both name and nature, cruelty he exemplified, save with the singular exception of his childish companion. He loved her like he loved nothing else in this world. And he knew that even her innocence could never protect her forever from the darkness which was his true dwelling place. But he also knew that whatever she became, whether she recoiled in horror from him or embraced him still ignoring what he truly was, that she would never break. It was the supple durability of her spirit, battered and beaten but never, not even in death, broken which drove him to her.

This was why, when the first time that he had brought home with him a woman to satisfy his demonic hungers, that he had expected a far different reaction to what he was dealt. Realistically he knew that he could have done the deed elsewhere, out of her sight, out of the way to keep her from possibility of turning against him, but Sesshomaru was a proud creature, hiding his nature a thing as foreign to him as flight was to the vast majority of fish in the ocean.

“Sesshomaru?” she asked, innocent eyes gazing with pity upon the naked female form huddled against the wall sobbing, “What are you going to do with her?”

It was not often that the demon dog would speak, much less explain his actions, but Rin was a unique case. She was a special precious thing to him, she worshiped him as the parent, a father, whom she had never known, and a creature closer to him than any other being had ever come.

“This Sesshomaru nears his time. The woman is here to relieve his hungers,” he spoke, the calm clear and heavy tones of his voice echoing about the chamber. The woman curled tightly into a ball, her sobs covering the room. She was a young thing, not much more than 4 or 5 summers greater than his own charge.

To his surprise, Rin did not flinch from his announcement, instead the nine year old girl moved over to embrace her trusted protector.

“Will she suffer?” the little girl whispered, remembering from long in her past the day of her death. The cries of wolves as they tortured and savaged the living abPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.8775

Lunar Eclipse (Loli, torture, rape, cannibalism, oral, anal, snuff)






It was his secret, dark and terrible, a burden which he could not share. On the nights new moon he became a man, on the nights of the fully moon he grew closer to a beast... but in the time of an eclipse, Inuyasha could not be anything but a Monster.

Eclipses of the sun were fine, they gave him a boundless hunting spirit which he expressed in gleefully chopping down any youkai which he could find nearby, never a hard proposition and with the rarity of the Sun dark times, he could excuse the urge as merely coincidence while his friends were near.

But there were other times, time far more often when the earth darkened the moon from the sun... when the eclipses of the moon shook from within the opposite end of his bestial self. Where the Darkness of sun would force him to hunt those of his youkai half, on occasion within the darkness of the Moon, Inuyasha would find instead of the vaulted transformation to his fully human form... he would find a hunger, deep and wild for the human form. It had been a long, long time since last he had felt the beginnings of his horrifying predatory urge, but he knew it could not last. And thus when finally it came upon him like a great storm, he would absent himself from the company of his friends least he begin to see them for the tender morsels that they were.

Hunting at such a time was always far too easy for him, the ability to close massive amounts of distance in leaps and bounds, as well as his inhumanly sensitive nose would allow him to find and take prey. His raids quiet, precise and practiced, and he was like a deadly breeze, there in one moment, the gone the next. This night he had struck it lucky. A woman, traveling lightly with a girl child not more than twelve years old, hurried along old forested trails smelling of hope and desperation. The woman was quite lovely, not more than 28 years of age her black hair hid amoung the shadows of the night, but the sunburned complexion spoke of her work in the outdoors. Her child was a cute black haired, doe eyed affair, the blackness of her eyes swallowing the night. It wasn’t far from the Mother’s target of a nearby village that Inuyasha found his way through to make his ambush. Snatching her and the child up in a single movement, she never even had the chance to scream before the Hanyou smacked her, a solid blow across the head removing her from consciousnessPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.8776

Annnnndddd found the other one.

 No.9090

edgy boiiiiiiii

innocent lolis not comprehending eternal torture!

what are you, 13?

 No.9140

Not actually sure what you're trying to say?

 No.10288

Torture


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Crunchberry

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It was noon, and the waves lapped at my toes as I walked along this stretch of coastline. I was wearing light blue bikini bottoms and my favorite Joan Jett tanktop.

This was my favorite spot on the beach. I usually had it all to myself. So I was surprised to see a figure in the distance. he was wearing a black speedo, and nothing else. the closer I got I could tell he was reasonably fit. not muscular, but not flabby either. A very attractive man. As I got even closer I began to notice that those weren't speedos, but in fact hip hugging black panties. They weren't frilly, so they could pass as a speedo, but I could tell. I could tell too that he had no bulge. I mean, none at all. Was he tucked? Was he an F2M? Was he simply unlucky at the genetic lottery? As we came closer and closer to crossing paths I could not break my gaze as I wondered.

"Hey, my eyes are up here" he said, as I realized we were now standing right next to eachother and my curiosity had been exposed.

"um, I... uh... sorry?"

"HAHA, it's okay, really. Most men don't mind a pretty woman staring intently at their crotches."

Still embarrassed, but glad that he cut the tension I continued,

"well, it's just so, so..."

"Small?"

"Well, yeah." surprised that he wasn't ashamed.

"Hehe, its okay, I get that alot. However, it's a bit more complicated than that..." he gently took my hand, and placed it on his groin. Normally I'd get very upset, but my curiosity had taken full control of my faculties. It was smooth. There was almost nothing there. no penis, no testicles. Just mostly smooth flesh. I did feel what I thought might be some sort of very short nub, and a bit of a vagina-like cleft, but nothing else.

"You probably have some questions, don't you?"

"Yeah, what happened? Was there an accident? are you a transman?" I said blushing.

"Well first, it's not completely gone. It's merely been altered. I'm still sexual, just in a different way. More like a woman, but like a man too."

"So it's a pussy?" I asked. Not realizing my hand was still cupping it, I began to tickle it with my finger absent-mindedly.

"mmm... not quite..." He pulled my hand off, lifted the front of his panties, and moved my hand under the fabric. Now I could feel something. It felt like a very wide clit. It had a hood that ran down and became unusually large lips. But as my finger explored further, thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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