The Feasting Braves

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Hello everyone, welcome to my "reader input" story. The way this works is easy. Every story segment will come with a decision about what you watch, and who you pick for certain fates. Read the story and leave a vote please!

I do not own any of the pictures here. They are just for sparking some interest.

It is a world where men have never walked. The women of the land procreate by using rituals passed down by their ancestors. In this story, tribes of humans and elves vie for supremacy in the Ulka river valley. The weapons of both are meant to capture their foes and prey live, because they will taste better that way. Both tribes are inducting their newest batches of braves to fight for survival. Humans outnumber the Elves, and their stamina and strength make them a force to be reckoned with. The Elves have much stronger magic and senses, they won't go down without a fight.

Choose the faction you wish to observe at the beginning. This can be changed after a confrontation is resolved.
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I'm going to let the vote run till the 28th, I'll save my vote for a tie-breaker. If you're even slightly interested, make a vote! The fun to be had here is akin to a Roman Coliseum. Your votes will affect who wins and who is meat. Nothing more than a vote required.

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Is it weird that I get a kick out of naming potential victims? I'm practically d-dos-ing this page watching for votes and wondering which pack of girls will be the first up for their erotic gauntlet.

All that is to say, I'm impatient and can't wait to get started, but I know I have to wait for more responses.

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Keep the votes coming! I have the girls for both sides named and the beginning scenarios ready. No matter which side you choose, you'll get to see something sexy. I promise. I'll let the vote run till the 28th or call it early if I get, say, 20-25 votes with one side clearly in the lead. Tell your vore friends to get in here and drop a vote!

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Elves ran away with that one! Anyone rooting for team human still has some time, but I'm going to go ahead and start writing part one (since my writing process is 60% procrastination anyway I'll have time to check again before this vote ends. Don't worry about me and vote for the group you truly want to imagine facing perverted perils!

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STORY1
M'kana The first brave
M'arai the unproven
K'tie the unproven
D'lila the unproven

The three initiates walked down the path in nervous silence. Each of them knew that in mere moments, their naked bodies may be forfeited in the dangerous trial they were about to undertake. They kept their eyes on the sure and graceful strides of the huntress brave who led them to the sacred grove. She was M’kana, the true seeker, victor of 10 vine races, the second best archer in the tribe, devourer of three human warriors, and, if they survived their coming ordeal, their new first brave.

The nude elves came upon a ring of trees that formed a wall with the gnarls and tendrils of their overlapping roots. The huntress led the younger elves through a hidden gap in the woven roots and stopped them within the wooden tunnel.

“M’arai the unproven, K’tie the unproven, D’lila the unproven, I have guided you to your test of adulthood. Make now this vow and know that you are held to it: I shall always fight for the survival of the tribe over the self. I shall obey the cycle of life and assist it willingly. I give my life this day for the tribe, and the earth, for as long as it shall last.”

The three nervous prospective adults gave the oath with no hesitation. M’kana spared them a rare smile as she gave each girl a vial.

“Congratulations, you are halfway there. Next you must go into this grove and retrieve the sap of the Faebloom flower in its center. The flower will try and snare you with its vines, if you are caught, you will be its food. The sap is used for our birthing vats, it is more important than any of you. If you fail, or return empty handed, I will obey my oath and devour you on the spot. If you succeed It shall be my honor to welcome my new hunters as their first brave. Be swift. Be graceful. Die well if need be. The tribe is all.”

“The tribe is all!” The three young elves returned as one.

M’kana watched the trio entered the grove. As they reached the floor of the enclosed garden and caught sight of the Faebloom, they paused. Even though the plant was named for its use of elves as its primary food source, there was no denying the vibrant beauty of the plant. The flower smelled its food nearby, and unfurled the bright rainbow layers of petals as the vines stirred to life. M’kana watched through a hole in the root wall, knowing what was about to transpire. Every year one girl was taken, it was inevitable. M’kana’s childhood friend had been eaten during their initiation. The familiar scent of the plants aphrodisiac and the memories of her friends erotic cries made M’kana slip a finger between her legs. The young elves began to run their gauntlet. The prehensile vines couldn’t reach the trunk where the sap holes were clearly visible, old sap hardened in creamy drops beneath them.

The girls this year were smart, watching the way the vines moved and waiting for an opening. M’kana watched as M’arai began running around the edge of the vines reach to try a different angle than the other two. K’tie was poised as if ready to sprint straight at the trunk when the opportune moment came, while D’lila was busily casting a spell of some sort. M’kana wondered which girl would feed the plant this year.

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Made a mistake when creating the poll. If anyone is thinking this format may get clunky, I'm still open to suggestion. Please PM me as I want to keep this as clean as possible for reading.

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not sure how long I'm going to let this vote run. Let's say it ends on the 30th or sooner if there is a runaway happening. Also, if you're looking for story content I'll be adding an Easy ctrl + f search tag to the story posts now. search for STORY# where # is the number of the entry you're looking for.

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Yup... I still think my favorite part of this is watching the votes roll in and wondering which girl is gonna get picked in the end. I see some people stopping by and not bothering to vote. If you're worried you might kill someone's favorite character or something, just know that I fully expect our initial cast to not even make it halfway. The victim count is only going to increase as hostilities flare, so don't worry about anything but which girl is hottest when you imagine them getting vored.

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This one's been fun to watch! Every time it looks like one girl is fertilizer, another few votes change it up! I'm going to give it till I get home from work tomorrow, then we'll have our first helping of what you're all here for.

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Close race! As much fun as it is watching the numbers go up, I need sleep. I get home around the time I made my previous post, so you have until then to break the tie and seal an elf's fate.

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STORY2

M’kana was stroking herself placidly as she watched the girl maneuver around the plant. M’arai and K’tie were physical looking girls, it looked like they planned to make a dash for it once an opening presented itself. D’lila was casting a spell that reduced her scent, clever girl, she had figured out that the plant tracked them by their smell. All three of them would get their chance soon.

The sound of a gust of wind rippled through the trees. As the wind reached the grove, the vines continued to track the scent along the breeze leaving the trunk wide open. The initiates made their move, all of them sprinting for all they were worth towards the trunk of the flower. The gust stopped early, and the vines began following the true scent of both M’arai and K’tie. K’tie was closer to the vines and doubled back outside the radius of their grip as fast as she could run. D’lila was also forced to back off lest one of the questing snares touch her by chance. M’arai, however, poured on a burst of speed and reached the trunk before the vines could catch her. The hardened stalks of the upper vines didn’t allow them to reach its own trunk, so the speedy elf was safe at the base.

Now M’kana was getting excited. She increased the tempo of her stroking and began to knead her breast with her other hand as she watched M’arai search the trunk for flowing sap. There was none to be found as much as the initiate searched. M’kana slipped her fingers into her slit as M’arai’s face lit up with the realization of the truth. It wasn’t that an elf usually got eaten by chance during the ritual. It was a necessary part of the process. Without food, the plant would not produce.

M’kana reached her first orgasm as she watched M’arai’s face redden and chest heave. M’kana loved that face. It was the look of someone who knew there was no escaping their fate. Whether she was eaten today, or felled in battle someday, M’arai now knew that all elves would meet their end in a stomach somewhere. The short haired girl didn’t seem to mind the revelation, a smile coming to her lips as her mind swam through the implications.

“That’s a good girl,” M’kana said as she worked herself towards a second orgasm. “You can do it.”

M’arai took a deep breath, and as the other two initiates looked on in shock, walked back out into the grasp of the vines.

“The tribe is all!” M’arai proudly exclaimed as she allowed the vines to entangle her. In truth the vines would be easy to shrug off. No elf had ever been caught without meaning to. The other girls saw an opening, and hesitantly ran past the vines gathering to cooperatively lift M’arai into the air. The victim let out a cry of equal parts despair and arousal as her feet left the ground. The melancholy eroticism of the girl meeting her fate with more anticipation than dread made M’kana crest into her second orgasm.

Meanwhile the other two elves were now reaching their own conclusions after reaching the base of the flower. D’lila made a move to leave the safety of the base, presumably to take M’arai’s place, or maybe join her, but K’tie grabbed her wrist and drew the petite elf into an embrace. It looked like M’kana wasn’t the only one who was aroused by predation as the bigger elf began to fondle her companion.

Up top, M’arai let out a squeal of pure arousal as her body was dumped into the aphrodisiac filled blossom. The pistils and stamen inside instantly began to wriggle into her every nook and cranny, spewing erotic nectar as they did. M’arai’s fear was washed away as the plant molested her. Soon the elf was crying for more. She was not about to be disappointed.

From the bulb beneath the flower, a large phallic stalk rose up. M’arai gazed at it with naked desire, even though it would stretch her wide. Without hesitation, the drugged elf poised herself over the tip and drove her hips down with vicious strength. Her scream was piercing and long. All three of the elves listening reached orgasm as the stalk grabbed its victim from the inside and drew her into the bulb. The translucent sides of the bulb allowed M’kana to watch as the stalk violated M’arai. M’arai’s face and breasts were pressed against the side of her prison as the stalk stretched her to the point a visible bulge appeared in her stomach. The victim still thrust herself against the plant even as it ruined her genitals with its girth. Liquid filled the bulb, slowly, until only M’arai’s head was left un submerged. M’arai let out one more shrill cry of pleasure, the sound someone only made when they felt so good they couldn’t take any more stimulus. At the same time the liquid filling the bulb began to boil furiously, obscuring the view. The two initiates at the base had to scramble to pick up their flasks as the sap began to flow from the trunk. Eventually they had filled their flasks, and even M’arai’s discarded one.

The two elves, now women grown, walked back to the hole in the root wall. They paused to look back, but there was nothing left to see. M’arai had disappeared in the purest of ecstasy. M’kana greeted the two, still a little breathless from her masturbation.

“Welcome, braves of the tribe.”

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Hot damn but that was fun! Now, shall we swap to the human side to see their coming of age ritual? Or shall we continue to follow these elves as they meet their new sister hunters and get their first task?

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CASUALTY REPORT
M'arai the unproven is no more

Doinstuff: Hello everyone! I don’t know about you guys, but I really enjoyed that elven ritual!

M’arai: Me too!

Doinstuff: …

M’arai: What?

Doinstuff: Aren’t you dead?

M’arai: Oh that! Yep totally snuffed it, but I was all in your head so there’s nothing stopping me from having a chat from beyond the grave.

Doinstuff: That is creepy on so many levels! Well since you’re here, take a bow.

M’arai: Thank you for choosing me first everybody! That was super hot!

Doinstuff: So you don’t mind being chosen as a story casualty?

M’arai: Absolutely not! All of us joined this project knowing our bodies were forfeit to whatever erotic fate the audience chooses. I joined specifically so I could get my jollies off some erotic peril. I’m so glad you decided to go ahead with this! I never would have existed, or cummed my brains out at all if you hadn’t.

Doinstuff: Huh, that’s an oddly philosophical way to look at it.

M’arai: I know, right?

Doinstuff: So were you aware during the voting?

M’arai: Oh totally! Although I didn’t know what I was feeling until you wrote it up. Each of us just felt really horny as we traded places in the hot seat. I probably shouldn’t spoil this for you, but one of the other two is super disappointed she wasn’t picked. Well there’s always next time for her. Be sure to join us next time on “The Casualty Report!”

Doinstuff: Oh good, now my insanity is scheduling itself. Are you going to come by every time?

M’arai: Ha ha! No, I’m dead remember?

Doinstuff: Looks like I need to go back on my meds.

M’arai: That’s not medication, it’s whiskey.

Doinstuff: Don’t judge. It was a rough day at work.

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huh, only the one vote? I guess I should let this run until tomorrow.

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It's too late to start writing, but I'm calling the vote complete (not closing it because it's easier to just edit the poll for the next segment). We'll be seeing the human tribe's batch of newbies next. There will be another decision for some sexy peril next time too. Git hype!

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STORY3

Thula the wisdom keeper
Liki child of the tribe
Kigru child of the tribe
Churi child of the tribe
Chuka child of the tribe
Uukana child of the tribe

The tribe was gathering to the sound of the drums. The children were gathered outside, watching as five of their number entered the warriors lodge for the first time. Only grown women, and warriors of the tribe were allowed in the lodge. Those who entered would leave the lodge as women, or not at all.

Inside the women of the tribe watched from their seats along the walls as the five initiates walked nervously into the center. Thula the wisdom keeper greeted each of them with a hug before instructing them to kneel before the breaking stone. The breaking stone was one of the tribes great relics, second only to the tribes horde of sacred fluids. The breaking stone was feared by enemies and the tribe alike, as many a worthy foe and revered women of the tribe had been sacrificed upon it for the good of all. For the initiates who knelt before it, it was their greatest honor to see it today.

The stone was shaped like a stool to be straddled at its highest point, with a spar poking up where the groin would rest. The rest of the stone slanted downwards to the tribes vat of sacred fluids. It was no exaggeration to say that the vat meant survival itself to the tribe. Worthy women were given to the vat to increase its content, and those chosen to be mothers would receive the liquid from the vat to become pregnant. The youngsters gawked at the sacred objects they were seeing for the first, and possibly the last time.

As one the gathered women of the tribe ceased their chatter as Thula raised her hands to the initiates.

“Liki, Kigru, Churi, Chuka, and Uukana. Today you have come to be made part of the tribe. Today we shall pierce your hymens upon the breaking stone, and judge your suitability as warriors among us. Look at the stone, heed its call, and do what you know must be done.”

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Just an FYI, this one will work differently, we can have multiple casualties, or no casualties at all. It all depends on how the vote goes. As always, don't be shy about dropping some sick ass democracy up in this bitch!

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Gonna need more than one person voting to make this interesting! DO NOT BE SHY!

This only works with participation, so if you're a regular voter, bug your Eka's friends to drop by and add to your votes. After the human ritual is over, It'll be time to pick which side goes on the offensive and we can get to all the vorey goodness!

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Posted a second draft of our elven ritual in my gallery. More description, but essentially the same stuff. Hopefully it'll bring more votes. Going to let this one go until I've had at least five people's worth of votes.