Short story contains: Alcohol, Language, Degradation, Vomit, Non-Con, Somnophilia, Nudity, Panties, High-heels, Cunnilingus, Violence, Gore, Blood, Viscera, Small penis, Large nipples/udders, Lactation/milking, Intercourse, Tentacles, Sounding, Anal, Mutilation, Vore, Snuff.

Wrote this to cheer up a friend~


KittyCantEven — 8/7/2023 at 5:44 AM

Guy hadn't been expecting much, just a few drinks and flirting. He was too timid to ever do anything more. Tonight though. In this bar. Guy met Bae. The girl that would change everything.

Bae was a mess. She had been dragged to the bar by a gaggle of friends wanting to cheer her up. Bae had a lot on her mind, and was drinking to drown it out. Too preoccupied to dance with her friends.

Seeing an opportunity to chat up a girl, Guy approached Bae, full of liquid courage. "Hey~" Instantly Guy wished for a do-over, but he smiled all the same as he sat at Bae's table.

Deep verdant eyes trailed Guy's every move as he sat and focused on her. Bae put on what she thought was a polite and charming smile—really though it was a judgmental smirk at best.

Guy took a gulp of the drink in his hand, desperately trying to swallow down his nerves. "You—uh—alone?" He was regretting his life choices.

"No." Bae replied pointedly with a short scoff of a laugh, "Shove off, dork." She added as she attempted to stand, teetering on spindly heels.

This wasn't anything new to Guy. It was how most interactions with women went. His inky gaze lingered on Bae's wobbly form as she was lost in the crowd. She wasn't even the type he normally went for. He'd only decided to try talking to her because she looked more pathetic than himself.

Who did she think she was to dismiss him like that?

With a huff, Guy downed what remained of his drink, firmly setting the glass on the table as he stood. Mind made up, he followed after Bae, finding her drunkenly stumbling down the sidewalk.

Guy's mind was abuzz with choice words and what he might do. Or, it was, until he saw Bae trip and take a bad fall. Hurrying over to help, he blushed profusely as he tried not to look up Bae's skimpy dress. "You alright?"

Bae glared daggers at Guy as he helped her to her feet, and held her steady. "You again?" She slurred indignantly, shoving at Guy and causing herself to stumble back a few steps toward the curb.

Guy had half a mind to let her fall. To just walk away. But it wasn't how he was raised. He managed to keep Bae from falling. Even got her turned about so she'd be less likely to have another mishap.

About to walk off, Guy was stopped by Bae. The woman had a firm hold on his wrist, sharp nails biting into the soft underside of his forearm. She promptly doubled over and vomited all over Guy.

Groaning, for many reasons, Guy tried to pull back but found it hard to break free.

Bae stared down at the mess and started laughing. She leaned into Guy, her free arm hooking around his neck and shoulders as she slumped down on him.

Not sure what to do, Guy managed to get an arm around Bae and led her the short ways to a place he knew that rented rooms. He could get cleaned up, and Bae could sleep it off.

To the room, Guy deposited the barely conscious woman on the bed before he went to the bathroom to get himself sorted.

By the time Guy came out, Bae had managed to shimmy out of her clubbing dress and was slumped on the floor in nothing but a pair of lace panties and her high-heels.

With nothing more than a towel fastened around his waist, Guy got a damp washcloth and went to kneel beside Bae and clean her up.

Bae wore a smug condescending smile while Guy tended to her. She shifted to sit with her knees up, feet on the floor and legs spread wide open. "This the closest you'll ever get—" Bae stated, clearly still inebriated.

Guy frowned as he stared at the rude girl, "I felt sorry for you."

"Yeah. Right~" Bae laughed as she rested back against the side of the bed. She could barely keep her eyes open as she sat grinning.

Guy huffed as he got up, taking the washcloth to the bathroom.

Bae was passed out by the time Guy left the bathroom a second time.

Guy went over and did his best to heft Bae back up on the bed. Getting her as far as her upper body laid on the bed with her hips barely on the edge, Guy paused, blushing all over as he found himself standing between Bae's shapely thighs.

Supple skin, soft and smooth. An inviting warmth and tantalizing scent. The delicate layer of lace that shrouded Bae's intimate mound was visibly damp.

Guy couldn't help staring, he felt drawn to Bae's tender folds. Hands caressed her thighs as he sank to his knees—telling himself he was just going to get a better look. His face was mere inches away, the muggy heat was intoxicating.

Slowly, Guy found he was leaning in. The tip of his nose met the moist lace of Bae's taught panties. Realizing just how close he was, Guy considered stopping, thinking of what this drunk bitch would say if she knew what he was doing.

With a lustful huff Guy nuzzled into Bae more. Tentatively at first, testing if she'd wake. The more he buried his face into her, licking and sucking on her through the drenched lace, Guy found it harder to stop himself.

Suddenly, Bae woke to herself involuntarily moaning. Her legs twitched from the pleasure being inflicted on her. "Stop!" Bae managed to snap through a slutty moan wrought from her.

By now, Guy had a thumb pinning Bae's panties out of his way as he directly administered oral to the woman's nethers. He groaned into her vagina, where his tongue had been deeply lapping up her excitement. Hearing her, feeling Bae writhe and try to pull away only served to invigorate Guy at this point.

Bae moaned and whined at Guy to cease, "Get away from me, freak!" She demanded. Desperately she tried to get her quivering legs to cooperate, to jab at him with her heels, to clench her thighs together. She had tried pulling herself up the bed, but it proved futile.

Guy was unfazed, moving with Bae. He hardly noticed when one of her heels jabbed into his left trapezius and drew blood. Following the strong, almost magnetic draw of Bae's p**sy, Guy was now laying on his stomach on the bed between Bae's thighs. The towel that'd been around his waist was no more, abandoned on the floor.

Bae was panting between volleys of involuntary moans. She had never felt such intense pleasure. The slutty way her body was responding on its own served to heighten her arousal. How could someone she wasn't attracted to get her so worked up? It wasn't fair. "Uhg~" Bae groaned as she felt her climax swell, "Disgusting perv—get—off~" Her body tensed and spasmed as she was forced to orgasm.

Guy licked up his prize, only withdrawing to sit up when he felt Bae's body relax. His meager manhood was at attention, all 3 chubby inches.

Bae glared as she looked at her assailant, seeing his d*ck she started laughing. Breathlessly. She had yet to fully calm down, muscles still twitching.


Guy frowned, "You ain't anything either, bitch–" he retorted and swatted her breasts.

"Hey!" Bae snapped. Her boobs were a decent B-cup with deeply inverted nipples. "That f***ing hurts, d*ck–" She added, slapping Guy across the face, her unoccupied arm crossing her chest to shield it.

Welts took easily to Guy's face, along with bruises. Bae's clear handprint was left on his face. Glaring. Guy moved back and pulled Bae back down the bed so he could stand on the floor.

Bae let out a startled scream and struggled, trying to get away before Guy did anything more. She rolled and crossed her legs, clenching her thighs together to deny him further access.

Guy was turned on by the struggle. He did his best to keep hold on Bae's legs as he pulled her toward him. Grappling with Bae's legs and fending off her dangerous stilettos, Guy grinned lasciviously when he finally got her hips to the edge again.

Bae had her legs curled up over herself, knees tight together, ankles crossed and feet pushing into Guy's doughy gut.

"Think that's gonna stop me?" Guy chuckled as he proceeded to rip the crotch of Bae's lace panties, making enough of split up the center seam for him to push his fat little prick into Bae's sopping wet cunt.

Bae whined and pushed her heels into Guy more, gasping when she felt and heard his flesh give with a squelch.

Like before Guy was unfazed, more blood leaking down his torso. His hands drifted over Bae's ample ass, hips and thighs before wedging between her knees to force her legs apart.

Bae screamed as her legs were forced to spread—her heel that'd been embedded in Guy tearing through him, causing strain on her feet which had been firmly crossed at the ankles. Tears burst from her eyes as one of her ankles snapped.

A moan of pain mingled with euphoria as Guy looked over the mess once he had Bae's knees pinned to the bed, spreading her wide open as he bled freely on her pelvis.

Not that there wasn't plenty of lubrication from Bae, but there was more now. Bae was practically hyperventilating as she stared at Guy, watching his blood and viscera spill over her genitals as he thrust his pathetic d*ck into her. Her nipples were starting to poke out of the recesses in her jiggling mounds.

Guy grinned as he caressed Bae's thighs, trailing up her torso to inspect her peeking nipples.

Bae bit her bottom lip when Guy's bloody hands touched her highly sensitive inverted nipples. "No~" she whined with a gasping moan as Guy started to pull on them. Her nipples were huge, more like udders, and when withdrawn her breasts were little more than A-cups.

"F***~" Guy chuckled as he fondled Bae's teats in each of his hands, "Who's the freak?" He questioned in a lustful teasing tone, "Damn udders—things are bigger than my d*ck." He added as he gave them a firm milking stroke while bucking his hips roughly into Bae.

"Stop~" Bae whimpered through a slutty moan as milk squirted from her breasts.

"Sh*t~" Guy huffed with amusement, "You really are a cow~" he teased. He still didn't seem to be affected by his loss of blood, or the fact his intestines were starting to slough out of the gash in his abdomen made by Bae's stilettos. Guy continued to milk Bae while he f***ed her. Although he wasn’t lengthy, the girth of his short pulsing mast provided plenty of stimulation.

Bae found it hard to keep her wits about her. Her vaginal muscles clenched and undulated, seemingly intent on drawing the violating appendage deeper. Each time her large nipples were squeezed, it was like a jolt of electricity coursing through her spasmodic body.

Guy’s hands smoothed back down to the crooks of Bae’s knees, smearing her with milk and blood. Driven by a need to reach deeper inside her, he used her legs as leverage to pin her while pushing harder into her.

Again, Bae would let out a scream, her broken ankle being jostled about drawing her from her pure euphoria. “NO! Don't—stop~” Bae sobbed through the breathless moans being wrought from her. Guy would soon find that Bae’s body was giving, being torn asunder—her genitals were splitting. With visceral sound Bae’s torso parted between her legs right up to her sternum to reveal not proper insides but a large gaping maw; not dissimilar to a venus flytrap. Tentacle-like appendages for a tongue snaked out and coiled around Guy’s pelvic area. Forcing their way inside his orifices while drawing him deeper into the mouth that was Bae’s body.

Guy was surprised, alarmed even. Pain and pleasure collided as his urethra, anus and open wound were suddenly, and forcefully penetrated. He groaned and screamed out in pain as he was pulled onto the bed by his pelvis, legs folding back under him by the force used. Hands grasped at Bae’s legs, desperately trying to find an anchor as he was drawn into the mouth. That same intoxicating scent that had first drawn him in, now surrounded him. That same muggy warmth that had been so inviting.

Bae was a whorish mess of moans as she began to devour Guy, drowning out his terrified screams as he was slowly liquified d*ck first.

Come morning, Bae would wake, groggy and with a headache, pouting as she rubbed a hand over her hugely swollen belly. “Such a mess.” Bae grumbled to herself.

My general role preference is to run subs and switches. This is because it allows my partner to set the tone and pace of the story.

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Written for DaBox (08-25-2010 21:07)

It was just a day like any other, the sky was clear and bright and the air was hot and muggy. Not that it bothered us any, being undead and all. But it did make it easy to grab a bite to eat.

"Hey Bhanu..." I asked as we ate our latest catch, "Got any plans later?"
Bhanu shook her head and grunted softly, her mouth full of brain matter. She was so pretty. Half of Bhanu's facial tissue was gone, leaving her left eye to dangle free. Her hair was long and dark, contrasting beautifully with her grey rotting flesh. Bhanu was one of the most lovely zombies you'd ever seen.

I couldn't help but smile as I stared at her, gnawing on an arm. Lost in my thoughts. Bhanu was a fairly new zombie, and I was determined to show her the way things worked. Maybe in time, she could become high-functioning like me.

Guttural sounds from Bhanu was all that could draw me from my thoughts. She was choking on brain matter again. Sigh. I thump her hard on the back causing brain to fly from her mouth.

"You should slow down."
I can't even begin to count the number of times this had happened since I had come across her stumbling her way through the streets, trying to bite anything that moved.

Another grunt from Bhanu and then she started to move away from our meal. Probably saw something moving. But after the first week of her wandering off and almost getting her head smashed by some horrible living people, I had put a leash on her.
Bhanu fell back and flailed a little. Sigh. I helped her back to her feet and we started off back to our apartment.

I have been a zombie for about two years now. It was pretty hard at first. But after I figured out to stay away from living people and when is best to get a meal. It really isn't so hard. Except for when living people decide they have something to prove and come raiding to kill us.

As we moved through the building our neighbors stirred, groans and heavy footsteps. The building was old and falling apart. But such is the life of a zombie. Our only safety is in condemned buildings. Maybe the fact that the building is rotting makes us feel more comfortable. Whatever it is. I don't really like it. I would much rather live in a nice neighborhood where I don't have to worry about getting killed every time I go outside.

Bhanu's grunts and tugging at her leash drew my attention to a cat that some of our neighbors had trapped in the busted elevator. Sigh. The poor thing. I hurried along and put Bhanu in our apartment, it was one of the few that still had a door that worked properly. I headed back to the elevator to rescue the poor cat from its doom.
It wasn't too hard, the crowd was easy enough to push aside. I collected the cat and took it outside, knowing that it was likely to get into another predicament around here. I took it to an area where living people dwelled close-by.
"There you go little guy, go on now, and don't come back here."
The cat hightailed it into the living zone. I gazed longingly. Sometimes, I miss being alive. Sigh. I headed back to the apartment, grabbing a few snacks along the way for later.

Bhanu was wandering aimlessly around the apartment when I arrived, which is what she always did. She moved toward me, taking a leg out of my arms. She took it to a corner, squatted down and started to gnaw on it.
"Nice to see you too."
I went to the small kitchen area and put the snacks in the fridge. It wasn't functioning or anything, but it still helps keep flies to a minimum.
I went to the window and stared out over the ruined city...

It has been ten years since the zombie epidemic grew out of hand. They were unable to control it. They figure it won't be long before the zombies outnumber the living. And there seem to be more and more high functioning zombies. Or so they say on the radio. I have only met a few in passing. But would that really be a good thing?
If you seem too much like a living person the zombie hordes will attack you, and if you seem too much like a zombie the living people will attack you. Sigh. But, I think I have found the right balance, but only time will tell.

Bhanu started moving around again, I looked to her, she was messing with the door knob again. It won't be long before she figures out how to open the door. Then what will I do? Bhanu will be killed, AGAIN!

The evening was dull. I could see the lights below from the living people coming to raid. Since zombies in general prefer the dark, it was no surprise to see the living people killing zombie's left and right.
"There goes Bob." I uttered as I watched from the window.
Bhanu was messing at the door again. And then, suddenly there was silence from the room behind me. I turned to find the door standing wide open, Bhanu was gone.
My nonexistent heart sank (as that was how I died, somebody literally stole my heart). I hurried to catch her, but she was nowhere to be seen out in the hall. There was a commotion outside.
"No, Bhanu!"
I hurried along as fast as my gimp leg would allow me. I tumbled down the stairs. It took me a moment but I was back up, leaning on the handrail. I limped to the door of the building and stepped outside just in time to see my beautiful Bhanu take a crowbar to the head, ripping away the rest of her facial tissue and taking a good chunk of her skull with it.
"BHANUU!!"
I fell to my knees, as my cry drowned out the crowd of the dying, the dead, and the living.
Everything stopped as all attention turned to me. They seemed stunned. I slowly rose to my feet again and stumbled toward Bhanu's twice dead corpse.
The stun of the crowd only lasted until somebody took a swing at me. I fell onto Bhanu. My second death was slow, I was able to watch as the slaughter continued. Everything faded around me, I could even see my own brain matter as it trailed from my open skull. At least I still had Bhanu...

Role A = Authority Figure (Boss, Teacher, Royalty, Trainer, Dom, etc.)
Role B = "Underling"
Manipulative Romance


Role A = "Hunter"
Role B = "Prey"
(have several ideas how this could go)


Role A = "Worker"
Role B = A Regular
Blossoming Romance ~


Role A = Childhood "relation" (friend, bully, cousin, sibling, step-sibling, etc.)
Role B = Seeks to reconnect after years
Long unrequited love confession, Romance




For those seeking darker themes, you need only to let me know - I can think of many ways each of these can go to some very dark places. Happy fluffy stuff is not really my thing -