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Garrett's Feast

 2057 came and went, and for Garrett G’Zorath it seemed like 2058 would be no different. Another year of high school, which was its own unique brand of Hell, another year of looking at her…and not being able to do anything about it. Earth had finally managed to contact other worlds, for good and for ill. For all the technological advancements that the denizens of the Third Planet from the Sun had bestowed upon them had come with a variety of price tags. Some aliens had only asked for a simple thank you in response for their kindness, or a place to stay, or even some of its resources to aid their planets…and some like Garrett’s people wound up making an old episode of The Twilight Zone a reality. It was fine at first—some were volunteers, the terminally ill who wanted their torment to end, criminals who the world wanted to be ended. They all found their ways to an Anaki dinner table, a Bynkus’ belly, or a Volfbayne’s larder. But the Anakis—hulking green beasts so dumb they’d have nerv
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The Fall of Olga the Plentiful

  Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful, boastful sword-maiden. Her hair was the hue of pale sunlight, with eyes so blue they seemed to almost glow.   She had lived through twenty-five summers upon this frightful land and earned her right to see another sunrise.   But that’s not why you’re here, isn’t it? Fine, fine…I’ll cut to the chase.   While she was a skilled and fearsome warrior, that’s not what people around these parts remember her for—to them, she was a masterpiece of woman-flesh. She had breasts the size of ripe watermelons, dusted lightly with freckles. They were abnormally perky, despite their size. While the female elite had found a way to plumpen their teats without the help of God, those few who copped a feel and lived to talk about it would tell you that this maiden’s bust was all-natural. Her arms were muscular, yet still possessed the padding necessary to make them lovely. Her legs were long, but thick and sturdy, thighs and calves fat with muscle. But the
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Death to M i k a ! U nable to reach Cammy through her comm-link, Rainbow Mika continued onward down the hall she ’ d seen the blonde Brit race through. ‘ I never should have let her go alone, ’ Mika chastised herself as her heavily fleshed limbs churned madly as she ran.  She knew that Cammy could handle herself in a dire situation, but when the woman hadn ’ t responded after two hours, it was a pause for alarm. A hundred different scenarios passed through her head as she approached the door at the end of the pathway. Her lover taken captive, tortured for the information she had on Guile ’ s planned storming of M. Bison ’ s complex, or with a bullet hole in her pretty head — none of them were good.   None of them could match the grisly sight that awaited her when she burst through the door. It was an operating theater, like in the movies. The high ceilings were adorned with bright stage lights, leading her eyes past the Shandaloo soldiers with their cameras rolling, to the far si
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  Ashley and Tabria : Bitch Buffet The sun set over the little trailer behind the filling station; the late summer air perfumed with a myriad of scents. Fresh cut grass and wildflowers released their ichor into the evening breeze, perfectly complimenting the rich aromas of homemade mashed potatoes, warm bread fresh out of the oven, delicious summer vegetables drenched in vinaigrette dressing that rested on the picnic tables set behind the humble lodgings. Overpowering it all was the rich scents of fresh roasted pork and newly spilled cum. The quiet of the night was broken by the groans of sexual release from the man at the head of the table, coaxed out in time to splashes of semen from his spurting dick. “Uhh…uhhh…UHHHHHH!!. YES…FUCKING…PIGGIES….uhhh!” He stood, his hand around his turgid length, aroused beyond words at the sight of the delectable dinner before him; joining the aromas swirling about the evening air was a lovely chorus, the moans and soft grunting of the still-living lo
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