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Sorry for bad English.

Sakura looked at her right shoulder, and down her arm which ended at a little below her elbow. She had removed the bandages first time by herself mere minutes ago so she was occupied with inspecting her fresh stump. It was well shaped thanks to the doctor's care and had a kind of soft relatively rounded tip rather than a long thin one and the stitch marks run across it. It didn't hurt much when she moved it though it did a little when she stroked it with her remaining hand and pressed maybe a bit too hard, but all in all her stump was almost completely healed. Maybe she could even start using it practically, like holding objects with it, but for now Sakura was content in moving her elbow joint to wear off the feeling of stiffness. Well, it is a good thing the hospital had provided her with self adhesive eye patches for her lost eye, or she would be having quite a lot of trouble putting on a strapped one with one hand. After a while of massaging her residual limb she finally stood up from her bed and threw away all the used bandages that were lying on it, and she put her shirt back on with a little more effort than usual.

What to do now... she wondered silently. Well, now that I got out of the hospital for good I do have a lot of free time on my uh, hand. Before she contemplated her problem any further she remembered that she needed to pick up some lunch for her and check on how Shizune was going with her own injuries. She put on her apron skirt over her black shorts and headed for the mirror on her bed's side. She carefully put on one of her black sticky patches on the empty socket of her left eye, almost trying to help the process with her arm stump unconsciously a bit to her annoyance. The socket itself had healed up really good without scarring and after she finally put on the small black eye patch she concluded that it did not look as bad on her as she thought it would. She put some cash in her pocket and headed for the door, she was already wearing her black leg warmers since she came in the morning but instead of her usual boot-heeled black shoes she slipped on a pair of light thong sandals just for the ease of putting them on without much effort.

Terra woke up to the sound of crunching leaves beneath her skin. Her eyes opened wide, startled as she looked around and saw an unfamiliar forest surrounding her while the dawn sun peeked up from beyond the trees, she was completely naked from head to toe. Her arm went across her chests to quickly cover herself in case someone saw her but nobody was around. Her body was sticky from a slight sweat. As she held herself up, she tried to recall what happened last night - running through her memories of going to the bar with her friends for her 25th birthday. They joked around and got drunk, one by one they left to go home. She remembered being alone for the last hour. Nothing strange happened and nothing memorable happened on her way home. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember going home. She had started heading out and one last person bought her a drink. it was a woman, a short lanky geeky looking gal with round glasses and a slight southern drawl. She took a sip and the rest...

"Anyone here?" Terra called out nervously. Over and over she kept trying to think past that sip she took in hopes of some rational explanation for what happened. As her mind kept drawing blanks and reality set in, her stomach started to churn, her heart began pounding relentlessly. An ominous feeling washed over her in a chilling wave going down her body - it felt like the world started falling apart under her shaky legs, causing her breaths to quiver and escalate around that hammering in her chest and against her arm. The feeling of utter terror from the realization that a stranger stripped and left her there - that she was vulnerable, naked and helpless and probably wasn't alone. The unwanted explanation for what happened slowly setting in forced her to move anywhere but there in the open.

Without anywhere looking any safer, she started running towards the trees nearest to her away from this wide open and exposed grassy space to the comfort and cover of the forest, sitting between a bush and a tree so that she could stop her head from spinning and wonder where she was and why, what might have happened to her. Despite the lush green scenery she noticed that it was oddly quiet. not a single animal to be seen, not even your usual squirrel or bird in this seemingly endless forest. It didn't help her mind stop racing at all. It all seemed to look the same and there were no mountains or distinct features to be seen beyond the tall redwood trees and dense bushes.
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Milkmaids

by

Htabdoolb

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1 - Training

"Wow." Holly breathed.

"Aha, that was my first reaction too." Natalie said.

The space they had just entered was quite large, warmly lit, and a very comfortable temperature. What had impressed Holly, however, was what room 402 contained: men. There were at least fifty of them, all nude, restrained, and bent over, bound securely to sturdy yet graceful steel frames mounted in rows along the floor.

"It's a pretty impressive sight, isn't it?" Natalie said, smiling back at Holly as she led the way into the room.

"How many are there?" Holly asked, as they moved between the first two rows of males.

"Sixty, if every horse is full, which they usually will be." Natalie replied.

"Horse?" Holly asked, quirking an eyebrow up at the term.

"The frames they're strapped too." Natalie explained. "I think it's short for sawhorse, or something. I guess that's what the original frames looked like, even if they've come a long way since then."

They slowly walked along the rows for a few moments. Natalie watched Holly, with an expression of amusement on her features, as the girl gawked at all the raw maleness on display before them.

"So, I've got to milk each one of them, every day?" Holly asked, as the two women reached the end of the room and turned to look at the bound men from the back side.

"Several times each day, actually." Natalie replied.

"R-really?" Holly stammered in surprise, before gulping and looking around, somewhat stunned.

Natalie laughed, not unkindly, at the overwhelmed expression on her new coworker's face.

"Relax, it isn't nearly as tough a job as you're imagining. It actually goes pretty smoothly and easily once you get the hang of it." Natalie said, reassuringly.

Holly followed Natalie back to the front of the room. Once there, Natalie pulled a tablet from its charging station mounted on the wall next to the door.

"Ideally, you will be able to milk each male every two hours, which means that you have about two minutes per male." Natalie said.

"Now, you will not be expected to perform at that level at first, but once you've gotten a couple of weeks worth of experience, you shouldn't have too much trouble hitting your quotas." she continued.

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Milkmaids

1 - Training

"Wow." Holly breathed.

"Aha, That was my first reaction too." Natalie said.

The space they had just entered was quite large, warmly lit, and a very comfortable temperature. What had impressed Holly, however, was what room 402 contained: men. There were at least fifty of them, all nude, restrained, and bent over, bound securely to sturdy yet graceful steel frames mounted in rows along the floor.

"It's a pretty impressive sight, isn't it?" Natalie said, smiling back at Holly as she led the way into the room.

"How many are there?" Holly asked, as they moved between the first two rows of males.

"Sixty, if every horse is full, which they usually will be." Natalie replied.

"Horse?" Holly asked, quirking an eyebrow up at the term.

"The frames they're strapped too." Natalie explained. "I think it's short for sawhorse, or something. I guess that's what the original frames looked like, even if they've come a long way since then."

They slowly walked along the rows for a few moments. Natalie watched Holly, with an expression of amusement on her features, as the girl gawked at all the raw maleness on display before them.

"So, I've got to milk each one of them, every day?" Holly asked, as the two women reached the end of the room and turned to look at the bound men from the back side.

"Several times each day, actually." Natalie replied.

"R-really?" Holly stammered in surprise, before gulping and looking around, somewhat stunned.

Natalie laughed, not unkindly, at the overwhelmed expression on her new coworker's face.

"Relax, it isn't nearly as tough a job as you're imagining. It actually goes pretty smoothly and easily once you get the hang of it." Natalie said, reassuringly.

Holly followed Natalie back to the front of the room. Once there, Natalie pulled a tablet from its charging station mounted on the wall next to the door.

"Ideally, you will be able to milk each male every two hours, which means that you have about two minutes per male." Natalie said.

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

Time-travel led to wars unlike any seen before. Entire lineages prevented to undo mild inconveniences. Paradoxes that brought both morality and reality into question. Genocides to assure tyrants that their mistakes simply never occurred.

Eventually entire universes could be created, first simple and random ones initially filled with thermal, electric, and kinetic energy and simple elements, but eventually complex dimensions that were crystaline or mechanical and even galaxy-sized computers in inter-dimensional sub-space.

Once humans were capable of creating super-complex universes that were atom by atom replicas of the machines that gave them birth, they could essentially create infinite numbers of universes expanding eternally in every direction, some filled with life, some with fire, and some with nothingness.

As these humans became immortal gods, able to create new forces, shooting infinitely hot flames that broke their ancient understanding of conventional physics, teleport any distance or even into any realm, and be threatened by nothing except their own kind, they had only their desires and a new plane of science and philosophy to contend with, if they so chose.

A new RPG based on this story called "Fleshscape" is now available for free on DriveThru RPG (PWYW Pay What You Want, even $0).

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Log One
I awaken. I don't know it at the moment, but this day marks my fourth straight year of existing in the dogscape. I push myself up from the carpet of writhing, twitching dogflesh beneath me and rise to my feet, stretching in the morning sun. It took me a while to learn to balance on the layer of solid dogs that now blankets every inch of solid ground, but nowadays I can walk and run as easily and as fast as I ever did on soil or concrete. Perhaps faster...
This was a city once, I think, though which one I can't remember. I only owe my guess to the massive pillars of dogs jutting into the sky, perhaps ancient buildings now completely filled and overgrown by canine biomatter. I climbed one once, sinking my fingers and toes deep into the dogwall to gain purchase, and after hours and hours of climbing was rewarded with an incredible vista - fur and eyes, panting tongues and wagging tails, hugging the contours of the once-barren land and stretching in a single aeomebic mass farther than the eye can see.

Now I don't do that, though. Now I merely go about my day. I hike to the Gardens, where the dogplants sprout up in bizarre shapes from the floor of the dogscape, and reach up to pluck the fetal puppyfruits right off the wagging, energetic branches. I bite into the succulent flesh, the juices dribbling down my chin and dripping down to be reabsorbed by the groundflesh, and revel in the savory taste. I'm thirsty, so I range until I find one of the Mothermounds, and there I suckle at a teatpatch until I've had my fill of milk. Sometimes I see other humans around me, as well-adapted to the dogscape as I am, but I barely acknowledge them, say nothing. What, after all, is there to say? The world is different now - what meaning would our old words have?

Free-ranging dogs are becoming rarer and rarer to see now, and those I do see seem as lost, as passive as I am. They too graze on the dogplants, step carefully over the undulating, bleeding dogfloor, dimly acknowledge myself and one another. In the distant sky, and on the far horizon, I sometimes see massive forms sail or crawl or undulate, and I wonder if in this new world normal, singular, ambulatory dogs have become as obsolete as I am.

Log Two
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Right. I sort of backed myself into a corner on naming these things. Technically this is part of my "Offers" universe, but it's a side story with absolutely zero connection to any of the other stories in the series.

Also, technically this is incomplete because I'm planning on adding two or three epilogues. But as far as the story itself goes it's self contained and concluded. So read away, but expect more to be posted later.

Liselle offers Aria her Life


"Do you know why you are here?" Aria asked her daughter, Liselle, from atop her throne from the top of Afterlife. Next to her, restrained at the base of her couch was another Asari, covered in an Asari-leather set of bondage restraints that emphasized her bright blue tits, each one pierced with a set of silver studs through the nipples. The restraints came complete with a full face mask to hide the Asari's identity, with tiny holes for Ara's prized lover to see through, and a ball gag to keep her quiet. Liselle knew it was Councilor Tevos beneath the mask, her other mother; the bright blue skin and piercings gave the game away to those who knew her. But despite Tevos being the Asari counselor, it was hard to fear the powerful politician when her arms were strapped behind her and she was unable to speak the slightest word through the gag stretching her jaw. Liselle herself was naked, her soft purple almost lavender skin shining in the wild lights of the club.

Liselle was nervous. This wasn't the first time that her mother had called her to her seat of power, the older matriarch was incredibly controlling and had taken every opportunity to enforce Liselle's purpose upon her. To Aria, Liselle wasn't just a daughter, or her most effective employee, she was also Aria's prized possession; an absolutely pristine Azure filet that had been aging for nearly three centuries. A filet that as of yesterday was no longer untouched.

“No, mother,” Liselle responded, hesitantly. Her mother was obsessed with the proper care of her Azure, telling her since she was young that her sole purpose in life was to one day have her sex harvested to fuel one of her mother's orgies. The diets her mother put her on since a young age were never designed with her health in mind (though they were hardly unhealthy), but aimed instead at giving her azure extra flavor for Aria to enjoy once she took it from Liselle, killing her in the process. The friends her mother had found for her had been focused on tePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I´ve found this realy old story.

Naked Balls (by ????)

Nobody can guess by just looking at me what I have in the crotch of my
jeans. I smile as I go about my daily business, imaging the reactions of
the people around me if they could only see what I look like down there.
It all began a couple of years ago when I discovered a sex shop in my
local city. I was very fascinated by all the sex toys on the shelves –
butt plugs, tit clamps, etc.—but most of all by the leather devices for
binding balls.
I bought myself a black leather strap and hurried home. My heart was
pounding as I pulled off my jeans and briefs, exposing my cock and balls.
I lifted my hard dick out of the way with one hand, and wrapped the strap
around my ballsack.
My excitement grew as the skin stretched tight, clearly showing the
outlines of my nuts. I grabbed my cock and started jerking off. It only
took a couple of minutes before my jizz squirted from the tip of my dick.
It was one of the best orgasms I ever had.
For the next few days I continued binding my balls and jerking off. I was
surprised how tight I could tie the strap before I had to stop. My sack
turned purple as my cock swelled harder than ever.
Now I began wearing the strap all the time. It was on when I woke every
morning with a hard-on. It was on when I sat at my desk at work. I wore it
in the shower, the soapy water spilling over my tight ballsack.
Gradually, I became obsessed with seeing what my balls looked like. It was
fun squeezing them and slapping them, but I just had to take a look at
what was inside my sack.
So one day I tied the strap tighter than ever. My sack turned a dark
purple, and my balls squeezed against the side of the scrotum.
I picked up a small, sharp knife and pressed the tip against the outline
of my right ball. My heart pounding, I gently increased the pressure until
the blade penetrated the skin. The sharp sting was bearable, so I began
moving the blade down, creating a red line on the edge of my sack. My cock
was as hard as a rock.
There was less blood than I thought. I took the knife and put it into the
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Yes, I'm still working on my MLP series (and I need a proper title for it - right now, the best I have is the descriptor "anthro-pony guro series"), but I have other random guro and cannibalism ideas I'd like to get out there as well. Here, now, are a few that may or may not be complete, and are of varying quality. And are generally not in canon with one another, unless otherwise noted. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcomed.

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To (mostly) quote my other thread, my likes and dislikes:

I hate grimdark stuff. Bloody violence disturbs me; torture for the sake of torture (especially of the graphic kind that landed several films on the "Video Nasties" list - that is, a list of films which were banned from video distribution in certain parts of the world in the 70s, 80s and 90s, due to scenes of graphic violence) turns me off.

On the other end of the spectrum:

I like reading about a girl's willing sacrifice.

I like scenes that imply and/or confirm that the victim will survive the whole experience and, potentially, get to do it again at some point. (I also like settings where the characters are gifted with regeneration and resurrective immortality - no matter how many times they die, they always get better.)

I like reading and writing about creative use of human meat in cooking, from whole roasting to dishes made from the victim's flesh. (As long as it stays in the realm of fantasy. Though use of real cooking methods - roasting, grilling, boiling, etc. - is fine. There's a series called "Dolcett CA", and the related "The Society of Lilith", where they use creative methods of cooking women.)

I like my porn to have a plot. (No, not the unusual euphemism, though that is also a part of such works - wink wink, nudge nudge.) Mindless sex and violence aren't that entertaining. Hence the worldbuilding I do.

I like fics with incest. I don't know why, I just do.

I like same-sex (well, female same-sex) pairings. Especially when the females involved can perform genital morphing - that is, shifting their sex organs from male to female and back.

I like fics with casual cannibalism as a normal part of everyday life. (Especially when combined with the resurrective immortality concept, so the characters can be cooked and eaten as many times as they want.)

All of these things are, always have been, and always will be a majPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Your dragon and you couldn’t have been happier. It’s been months together, and in that time he’s been nothing but sweet, and gentle, and loving in every way a dragon can. He brings you treasures from other hoardes, dresses you in fine cloaks from old kings, and tells you stories about the centuries he’s lived. He’s been a lonely one all his life, but with you he lights up and scampers like a pup, always excited to do everything he can for you. He doesn’t even mind his hoarde anymore, opting to sleep with and around you instead because he tells you you’re his only and greatest treasure. But dragons have to eat and he doesn’t want to spend a moment away from you to hunt, so when he finds out about your ability to grow back from any injury and your eagerness to be his meal he jumps at the opportunity. He’s always nervous about it, because he fears for your safety, but as the sessions become more common, he starts to be more and more aggressive.
The latest time, he started by thrusting his tongue into your hole, using the tip of his nose to rub gently at your hooded cock between pumping his thick, slick tongue deep into you. Then you feel a warmth at your entrance followed by a searing sensation as liquid fire pours into you, instantly cooking your cock and innards with a smell of smoke and cooking meat. It doesn’t hurt, not much, but it feels so *damn good*; you can barely manage a grin at him because your body is quivering from the pleasure and warmth burning through your hips. He returns the smile, his reptilian, slitted eyes and grinning bony skull showing nothing but affection and adoration for you, then withdraws his tongue from your smoking, cooked hole. He opens his mouth again and a tremendous wave of fire engulfs you like a gentle, passionate hug, and you coo and moan and though he can barely hear it above the sound of the flame pouring from his throat, the sound of your arousal and happiness encourages him to share in those sensations.

When the great wave of flame is finally done, you can see his cock protruding from his sheath, glistening at the tip. You want to go over there and help him, to suck it and feel it pound into you, but you’ve become just a charbroiled human boy - a delicious snack for your monstrous lover. Fortunately, he knows what you want, and as he begins his feast by biting down on your now supple and giving belly and tearing out a loop of your intestines, you can feel his monstrous cock resting on your pelvis, grindinPost too long. Click here to view the full text.