Kari was blushing self-consciously as she stared down into the surface of the boiling water. Steam wafted into her face, a scalding, humid updraft that deepened the redness of her already flaming cheeks, and bubbles swelled and popped to the accompaniment of a steady hissing noise. The sides of the great black cauldron rumbled as they were shivered by the roiling of the water within it, and even from her raised vantage point, Kari could see the redness of the cauldron’s bottom as the fire

“I want to ask you something.”
“Yes? What is it, Princess?”
Elise, the chambermaid and most trusted lady-in-waiting of the princess, turned to face her charge. She saw a fair face lit up with a rosy blush, and clear blue eyes twinkling with eagerness. Golden locks fell in elegant curls about the lovely, youthful features of the princess, who clasped her hands before the breast of her dress, which hugged a plump, perky, precocious bosom. They were in Princess Luca’s

The genius mage Lute was in something of a pickle. Her usual bombastic confidence was like a leaf in the breeze, and her attempt at a smile was twisting and tremulous as she was stared down by Fluorspar Selena, general of Grado. The mature, green-haired woman wore a cool expression as she surveyed the bound, naked, slender violette.
“You are an enemy of the empire. My orders are to make an example of any captive combatants.”
“An example?” said Lute. “P-Praytell&hell

Diana was dizzy and euphoric, feeling the tingling of pain in her belly. She had been gutted and stuffed with a mix of mushrooms and breadcrumbs, and her midsection had been sewn back up. Ordinarily she would be dead or very close after having most of her digestive tract and other non-essential organs extracted from her body, but the magic from various mushrooms she had been fed over the course of her lengthy dietary regimen kept her alive despite the blood loss, and she was still sensible as sh

Steelix and Victreebell withdrew as the victorious Charizard loomed behind their trainers. The huge iron serpent and the poisonous man-eating plant both had a sullen, envious air to them as they slinked away, each resentfully eyeing the draconic victor and its beaming, wiggling trophies.
Jasmine and Erika smiled at their retreating, defeated ace pokémon, bidding the loyal monsters adieu even as the Charizard drew in a deep breath, the flame on its tail swelling as it prepared to expel an

“Diana Cavendish, I demand a rematch! Or are you too chicken to face me?”
Amanda O’Neill faced Diana with flinty eyes, smirking to hide her frustration. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she stood cockily before the verdette. Diana, who had been discussing some topic or other with her dormmates (they had been speaking too lowly for Amanda to make it out, but Hanna and Barbara had been giggling an awful lot), arched a single lime green eyebrow in response to the fiery-ha

Diana’s face was red, and her pulse was pounding. She could feel an intense warmth flowering in her belly, and she was aware of a tingling between her legs. Fit to cut glass, her nipples were stiff and prickling, and she fidgeted and twiddled her fingers as a nervous energy gripped her body. She was keenly aware of Sucy’s eyes, and she did not miss the way the very slightly evil young witch was smirking.
They were in an empty classroom, and Diana was seated before a desk with a plat

An appetizing fragrance wafted from the wok as the fire burned down and the cooking approached completion. The rice was brown and steaming, partly from oils splashed into the pan and partly from the juices of the meat, and bean sprouts and sliced leeks were sprinkled throughout the body of the stir fry. And a body lay amide the vegetables and the rice, partly buried but still more visible than not: Inuyasha saw Kagome, either dead or unconscious, reduced to nothing but a tasty piece of meat in t

Hannah England and Barbara Parker were not sure what to think of their dormmate Diana’s recent behavior, but she had been acting very, very strangely lately. Nearly every day she would disappear in the evening, missing curfew completely, only to show up in her bed the next morning. Usually, she would be buck naked and acting very…
…well, if the rest of the school heard the noises Diana made upon waking up after one of her mysterious nocturnal outings, and if they saw the stat

“I do.”
For what a simple statement it was, it held so much weight. So much meaning.
“I”. The singular ego--not you, not we, not they, but one’s self alone, distinct and irreducible, the indivisible individual from which all else expanded outward in an entire cosmos of being and perception. Deeper still, delving into metaphysics and philosophy, it was the essence of consciousness, awareness of being in a way beyond that of an automaton or a beast. The form of I was

Natalie was of two minds about this. On the one hand, she wanted to make her boyfriend happy and it seemed like the perfect idea to be processed for the barbecue he had been planning. It would be such a special gesture, and she was sure he would be very grateful for it. Yes, she looked forward to him expressing his gratitude in bed once she had reformed, the Venn machine reconstituting her after her death. But, on the other hand, she was still naturally afraid of going through with this. She did

Rito sometimes wondered how it had come this far. From Lala’s first suggestion of marrying both her and Haruna, to Momo’s determination to craft him a harem, to whatever in the world this was supposed to be… it had developed to such an extent and in such a direction that, at times like this, he could only sit back and marvel in silent incredulity.
Twelve girls were seated around a long, low table, six on either side. They were brightly smiling, dazzlingly groomed, dressed in t

The Yuuki household was quiet. Not even a mouse was stirring. Rito was alone in his bed, soundly slumbering in his room. Yami had shooed away everyone who was trying to get into bed with Rito (primarily Momo and Mea, but also Rin, Mikan, and Lala—even Nana to a lesser extent), so he was all alone in his room. Yami had kept a vigilant watch for most of the night, but it was 3:00 AM, and by now even she was fast asleep. Mea had similarly dozed off.
Nemesis had to smile to herself.
How cute

It sometimes bothered Rito just the tiniest bit that this had become normal—now and then, it occurred to him just how ridiculous it was that he had gotten used to things being like this.
This morning was one of those times.
He woke up to see Haruna’s peacefully sleeping face before him. Her eyes were closed, her expression beautifully tranquil, lips resting in a Mona Lisa smile. The covers were askew, one slender arm lying draped over the blanket, which had gotten pulled down at so

It was at times like this that Rito remembered that Momo’s dad was the most powerful man in the galaxy—that she and her sisters were far, FAR more than merely royalty. They were to other princesses what emperors were to city governors and tribal chiefs. To call them rich and powerful would be an understatement on par with calling the universe “kind of big, I guess.” This was what Momo considered a date. This was what she considered a quiet night out for just the two of th

“…Thus, as representative of the asari, I propose this new law to establish a settled order with this new species,” said the asari councilor, winding down her speech. Her manner was haughty, and her tone imperious. “Humans demonstrate a respectable fecundity, and I believe they can be readily enough transitioned into this role once we have pressured them into disarming. I deem it best to make them a livestock species. I am sure that within my lifetime, they can be made i

“Okay, Yukari-sensei, we’re ready!”
Yukari, who was currently substituting for the Home Economics teacher, looked up from the project she had just been assessing. The Home Ec class was doing their final project for the year—for most of the students, this was seen as an easy A, even with Yukari teaching, but there was one duo for whom this would be make-or-break.
Tomo and Kagura were standing up in back, and between them stood a befuddled-looking Chiyo. The tomboy was beam

“You look like you’ve been having fun, Nana,” said Mea brightly, smiling at the pettanko middle princess of Deviluke. “So does Yami-oneechan, from what I’ve seen of her…”
She and Nana were sitting outside for lunch, eating their bento under a tree. Nana had a homemade meal with a meat she refused to identify, while Mea had a lunch she’d bought in the school cafeteria. Mea was smiling slyly at her friend, watched her nibble a bit of the meat. Nana

“If it moves, it’s food.”
That was the motto of her secret society. It was a popular saying, of course, but she and her friends took it to a whole other level. They were culinary connoisseurs, and they had an interest in rare and… illicit kinds of meat. Specifically, in one very particular kind of meat.
Mei was smiling as she walked onto the grounds of a New Zealand girl’s school. She saw many lovely young ladies laughing as they engaged in physical education. A nu

It was a simple offer. A straightforward deal.
“I’ll hook you up with Zastin, if you want,” Momo said sweetly to Saki Tenjouin, clasping her hands. She looked at the blonde ojousama’s two ever-present companions. “But, of course, I’d want something in return…❤”
Rito felt very awkward, standing there with Momo and Lala. He’d had some suspicions that Momo was plotting something of this sort when she hauled him out of the house earlier, and

Momo and Rito were off doing who or what-knew-what. Momo had said something about an offer that couldn’t be refused before dragging Rito off somewhere, and they didn’t know what those two were up to. Lala had gone off with her youngest sister, mentioning something about wanting to see Saki—an apparent non-sequitur, but maybe it was relevant to something. Still, despite the absence of those three, the Yuuki household wasn’t empty.
It certainly didn’t feel empty, at

She gasped in an ecstasy of slow, creeping pain, staring blissfully into the darkness. She breathed in the smoke that rose from below her, half-lidded eyes watering and a cutely gaping mouth filled with the taste of hickory and oak. She felt the drip, drip, dripping of the juices from her body, a patient process working upon her flesh. There was heat, but this was minor compared to the kinds of heat to which she was accustomed; it was not naked a fire that cooked her, but the smoke.
Ayumu Nishi

Cheryl still couldn’t quite believe the situation she was in as she rubbed down her body, blushing redly while she wiped her breasts with the wet cloth. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling her ass raw and tender from the deep enema she had given herself, and she shivered at the touch of the cold water on her naked skin.
She felt her friends’ eyes upon her. They were watching patiently as she washed her body, preparing herself to be prepared.
What on earth was she doing?
Cheryl blush

Yui had noticed something different about Rito lately. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but when she walked past him in the hall or saw him sitting down in class, she got a strange sense that something was off. There was something very subtly altered in his manner, something new about his demeanor that gave her a moment’s pause whenever she laid eyes on him. What was it that had changed?
She couldn’t place it. It was like there was just something more adult about him. T

“Yami-chaaaan~! Won’t you pleeeaase—?❤”
The principal’s face deformed like a ball of dough, flying headlong into a fist formed from golden tresses. The deadpan visage of “Golden Darkness” Yami stared into her book, a collection of short stories by Edgar Allan Poe in the original English. Currently, she was on Diddling Considered as One of the Exact Sciences.
Blood spilled from the principal’s nose, and his cheek caved in a way that probably shou

Momo had Rito pinned down between her legs, straddling him in the bathroom. It was a familiar scene, if a little more aggressive than usual on her part. But Rito had gotten slipperier lately, and she’d needed to be crafty to get him alone. He was unusually watchful, unusually careful, unusually withdrawn. In the end, she’d needed to corner him when he already had his pants down and proceed from there. She was stooping low over him, her breasts hanging so that they were nearly in his

Momo
expected Lala and Nana to react very differently to her proposition.
She wasn’t disappointed.
“Oh,
of course,” said Lala, innocently smiling. “Isn’t something
like that only natural? We can all be happy as Rito’s wives and
enjoy many delicious feasts. And be
the feasts, ourselves❤”
“N-No
way!” said Nana, blushing a furious red. “With that beast? Even
if it’s… just in that
way, it would still be too gross. I won’t do it. Not for HIM!”
Just
as planned. She could

Princess
Iris wanted to have a farewell banquet to send off her playmate and
substitute big brother, Kazuma, and she wanted it to be something
special. She was fond of him, finding him to be an interesting person
very unlike anyone else she knew. It had been fun to play with him
and listen to his stories about his adventures. She had especially
liked the stories about the things he and his friends did in between
their adventures. As he told it, half the reason they had such
absurdly high levels

“Mmm…
I love you, Kotaro.”
“I
love you too, Hanako.”
It
was late in the afternoon in the local park. A young couple were
seated on a bench looking over the pond, watching the sun dip lower
in the sky. They snuggled each other very intimately, hardly seeming
to care that someone might happen to see them in this position.
In
their defense, it wasn’t as if they were doing anything indecent.
They weren’t even kissing. They were just sitting and making
googly-eyes at each other, smilin

Alice
had been Venned before, but usually just for fun. She’d never done
anything too hardcore with the Venn Machine’s transformations.
She’s mess around in fantastical forms with her friends, turning
into fictional creatures to wrestle. Other times, maybe one or two of
them would change into a guy, and they’d have fun that way.
She
knew there were people—maybe even a LOT of people—who used the
Venn Machines (or “Trust Machines”) to experiment with more
extreme things. One quirk

The
cow was back. They had thought they were finally rid of her last
year, and they had been quite happy about that fact. Only the Great
Madame Hufflepuff’s mandate to treat all the students of Hogwarts
like they were her own children, like they were heirs to the estate,
had kept them from expressing their true displeasure while she was
here, but once they’d been certain she was gone and would no longer
be coming down to offend them with her scandalous remarks, they had
celebrated. Indeed, t

“I’m
telling you, Sora, it’s a great idea. And you already said
you were interested.”
Mimi
looked at her friend and fellow digidestined, the tomboyish Sora, who
was fidgeting as they stood at the threshold of the local grocery
store. One of the windows showed a flyer with an inappropriately
cutesy caricature of a girl on a spit. Surrounding it were
promotional posters saying things like 10%
off your first purchase of girlmeat!
and Our
longpigs are all locally raised. See someone you know

Haruna
was nervous, standing on the doorstep of the Yuuki home. She had been
here enough times that she shouldn’t need to worry, but she felt
self-conscious. This was her first time visiting Rito’s home since
he had confessed his love to her, and she was nervous. It was more
than she ever could have hoped for, getting to hear Rito say he was
in love with her… She had enjoyed several nights of elation and
daydreaming since then, when she set aside all the complications and
just allowed hers

Zephara
glared at Zayn Darkmore, feeling the slave collar around her neck.
She wanted to curse this man, this fellow Traveler—one of the other
players of Age of Anarchy Online. She scowled at the incubus warlock,
and she glanced blackly at his three favorite slaves. The
Chainbreaker considered them with disdain and resentment, looking at
Yukiko the petite samurai blacksmith, at the slender blonde priestess
Della, and at the busty black-haired rogue and dancer Severa.
“Fuck
you,” Zephara s

Rito
was bewildered. His bare backside was on the bathroom floor, and
smooth, sleek ropes were wrapped around his wrists and ankles. He was
tied up on the floor, blinking owlishly as he tried to make sense of
what had just happened.
He
and Mikan had been taking a bath, as had become their routine
recently. They’d all but finished bathing and gotten out of the
tub, ready to start drying off, when a blast of comparatively cold
air swept in through the suddenly opened bathroom door, cutting into

“Diana’s
been acting weird.”
Lotte
and Sucy looked up from their studies. The blonde had been trudging
through an assigned passage in her textbook, while the mushroom
maniac had been in the process of concocting a potion. Supposedly the
latter was an extracurricular assignment, but the diabolical look on
her face suggested that this might not actually be the case.
“Has
she?” said Sucy distractedly. “Maybe that drug had an effect
after all… I thought she’d dumped out the goblet af

“Hey,
Ranma baby. What would you say to a little wager?”
Nabiki
addressed her possible future brother/sister-in-law with a winning
kind of smile that the martial artist had learned to associate with
devious, manipulative money-making schemes—usually at his expense.
The
fact that she had approached him while he was getting ready for a
bath, just as he was giving himself a preparatory cold-water rinse,
changing himself into his female form, did nothing to make Ranma
friendlier.
Now
in the s

It
had been a fun night out so far. Even Raven, as dour as she could
sometimes be, had to admit that it was nice to loosen up like this
once in a while. She and Terra were out with Jynx, enjoying a girls’
night on the town. Starfire had gone back to Tameran to visit with
family, and the guys were busy out on patrol. But it was a peaceful
night, and they didn’t expect to see anything crazy. So it was
alright for them to get a little drunk and play some stupid games.
It
was late now, and the

Athena
arched her back, leaning over the grill. Her belly was aching
lightly, a faintest burning sensation presenting itself to her mind.
The blonde felt her breasts throb and tingle, the skin taut and
crispy where they were pressing down on the bars of the grill.
Her
generous tits were cooking, and she imagined that Hayate would be
quite appreciative of the look of the sear marks running across the
tops and undersides of her breasts: black bars of charring that
spanned the breadth of her brown

“Hmmm?”
Fafnir
looked up from his newspaper, hearing a faint noise. While for the
majority of things the dragon elected to use the most state of the
art methods, he had developed a fondness for the feel and smell of
newspaper over the last few centuries, and he still paid for a
subscription. He didn’t believe half of what he read in the papers,
and he didn’t care one whit about human editorials, but there was
something comfortingly ritualistic to the act of flipping the pages
and smellin

Sakura
leaned over her daughter, looking at Sarada with lascivious eyes. The
girl shivered in her mother’s arms, looking up at the glazing brush
and the butcher’s knife. Her skin was glossy with a preliminary
basting. Sarada eyed her mother in that naked apron, seeing the hint
of Sakura’s modest cleavage down the front of the garment. Sarada
felt the cool air against her bare skin, and she was aware of Boruto
watching, seated on a stool with Sumire kneeling between his legs,
holding him in

Boruto’s
relationship with Sarada and Sumire had been getting along nicely, if
slowly. He was enjoying it, at least, and the girls seemed to be
happy, too. For the most part. Boruto and they hadn’t done anything
as extreme as their first night together since
their first night. When Boruto thought back on that, it seemed
unreal. He wasn’t sure how he had been able to do all of that, and
he wasn’t sure exactly why he had so greatly enjoyed it.
Embarrassment was the chief thing to character

Mimi
had been happy to make the offer, at first. She cared deeply for her
Digimon partner, even if she didn’t always show it as well as she
might, and she would do anything she could to help her. If Lillymon
said she needed a meal, and that she wouldn’t be satisfied by an
ordinary one—that she had a hunger only a very particular kind of
meat could fill—then Mimi would do what she could to accommodate
her, even if it was difficult for her.
And
it was
difficult: increasingly so, as this we

Anne
was new to the Cannibal Cookout forums. She had discovered them
completely by accident while browsing the internet, following one of
the suggested search terms while randomly lazing around and going
down a deep rabbit hole. She stumbled across this site while reading
up on something that seemed mildly interesting, and she had gone
through the forums curiously.
She
was surprised by its contents. At first, she thought it had to be
some sort of gag site. A joke thing, like she saw sometimes. B

Jiro
didn’t think of herself as a lesbian.
Then
again, she also
didn’t think of herself as a cannibal, and yet here she was,
standing in the spare room next to hers, testing the walls with her
ears while Yaoyorozu looked at diagrams and materialized mechanical
components from her bare skin, slowly assembling a human-sized grill.
The walls were plastered with pictures of naked women with dotted
lines painted onto their skin to delineate different cuts of meat,
and of other naked women roasti

Kari
whimpered, feeling the water course over her body. She held her
breath as she was dipped in the stream, immersed in the running
water. She felt the flow wash over her bare skin, the swift stream
scouring her body clean. She squinted against the water, seeing the
bright light of the sun behind a vague, shadowy figure. She felt the
hands holding her down, but also holding onto her, keeping her from
getting swept away by the fast current. She heard the rumbling and
murmuring of the water in he

Sarada
tried vainly to conceal the wetness between her legs. She shifted her
body as the brush ran over it, shivering and trying not to let Boruto
see the increasing moisture of her cunt, but she was unsuccessful.
Sumire,
beside her, despite once having been much shyer and quicker to get
flustered and overheated, smiled at Boruto as she lay on her belly,
lifting her backside up in the air. Her eyes were glittering as she
him scan over her form, and she followed his stare as he drank in her
blus

“Here,
Erina-sama. Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll guide you through it.”
“But
it looks like you’re
the
one who’s embarrassed, Hisako.”
Erina
spoke dryly, looking at her assistant. The pink-haired young woman
was standing naked in the specially furnished practice kitchen, her
cheeks rosy and her manner a tad jumpy. Hisako was blushing and
nervously fidgeting as she beckoned to her mistress. She wiggled her
bare, broad hips.
“No!
I-I’m not,” she lied. “Honest.”
Hisako’s
hea

"What
do you mean you already delivered her? We haven't seen
anything."Yolei was speaking into her phone, standing
behind a tree. She could hear the other three chatting some way off
in the distance, their voices soft and slightly muffled through
the leaves."I
don't know what to tell you. According to the registry, she was
delivered an hour and a half ago. She was signed for and
everything.""But
we didn't get her. We've been waiting here all this time, and we
haven'