The flavor that explodes in your mouth
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 59
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
Although they were high school girls running away from a horrific monster, rather than trying to find a closet to hide in, they instead utilized the fact that they were on the first floor to their advantage, and head straight for the front door. Rei latched onto those handles and pulled with all of her might, but as she found “It’s locked!”
Everyone gasped, but Miyako was the one to press her giant forehead up against the window and see giant chains were what blocked their exit. Pulling back, she stopped everyone from trying to help Rei by pointing out “Ichijo planned this; she must’ve locked up every door!” At last it sunk in with the girls that they were trapped in the school, and it really kicked Miyako in the ass since such a situation was a dream come true to her, but not with an inhuman abomination hungry for people.
“What’re we gonna do!” Himeko begged to know, never leaving Rei’s side for even a second. Becky had done the same, but now she knew that it was up to her to figure this out. In her genius mind, there was only one way to do this “We’ll split up!”
*WHAM!* “OW!”
“You idiot.” Rei scowled down at Becky. She didn’t care if the girl was crying or now had a giant welt on her head; she was not about to have this so called genius get them all killed “You need to actually watch some horror movies you stupid baby! Everyone knows that splitting up only makes you to be picked off.” Becky however could only sob “I’m a teacher!” and Rei could groan.
“What if we split up, in groups?” Miyako suddenly chimed in. Rei may be a horror expert, but the great thing about their group is that there was actually more than one smart girl. Rei naturally asked what she was talking about, and Miyako responded “Think about it; we have to find another way outta here or at least something break the damn windows with, and we’d have a better shot at it if we covered more ground. If we stay in groups though, we’ll have someone to watch our backs.”
“Just our backs? But there’s alotta good stuff in the front to.” Himeko pointed out, her cowlick formed into a question mark while she groped her boobies up and down. Everybody face palmed, but at least they could all agree that Miyako was right.
The Bookworm skidded around the corner to hightail it up the stairs, with Number 6 following close behind. The two ran as fast as they could, but could not look more different. Miyako ran with all her might, the look of fiery determination gleaming as brightly as her forehead. Number 6 hoofed just as hard, but she was gasping and whimpering with every step she took, leaving a trail of sparkling tears behind her. When Miyako stopped to decide whether to go further down or make a right, the cry baby ran right into her.
“Watch where you’re going!” Miyako yelled. Her friend whimpering like a scared puppy did nothing to diminish her anger; the last thing she needed was somebody slowing her down for the monster, telling Ribbon Head flat out as she returned to looking ahead “We have to keep moving.”
“I’m sorry Miyako.” Number 6 apologized. Although she hated to, she looked back at the darkness behind her. The hallway might as well have been the gates of hell, and she couldn’t help but imagine that one of those shadows might be Ichijo. As lightning flashed once more, sending fresh tears leaking out of her, Number 6 made but a simple request “Miyako, maybe we should hold hands. I don’t want us to get-”
The searing music and frightening zoom in revealed nothing but empty space in front of Number 6. It took merely a second for the fear to grip and choke her from the inside. When Miyako had said that they need to keep moving, she did, but Number 6 didn’t get the hint, and now she was all alone; her only companions were those increasing loud footsteps.
With a frightened gasp, Number 6 beheld the sight of Ichijo jogging towards. Suddenly morphing into chibis, now both girls were running, only Number 6’s was just as pathetic as you’d imagine. The beast was already gaining on her, but then Horror Cliché number 43 set in; the girl trips over nothing. Landing flat on her face, she looked up just in time to see Ichijo lunge at her. She screamed and flailed in pure dread, soon knocked to the ground as Ichijo trapped her in her arms.
Number 6 trembled as the whatever she was straddled her body, Ichijo’s skirt clad ass sticking right into the camera. Fear rendered Number 6’s voice completely silent, but all it took once a simple taunt from her captor to bring it back “You’re so cute. I could just eat you up!”
“No please! Stop it! Stop it!” Number 6 begged, but nothing she said could stop Ichijo from gripping her face and pressing her lips to hers. She kissed the girl so forcefully, her tongue sliding out of her lips a few times to get at the salty tears; so delicious.
“Such a yummy body, such tasty life-force; I need it all!” smacking her lips once she stopped, Ichijo reached underneath the crying girl’s skirt, finding a slick pussy to slid her hand right in. Number 6’s eyes bulged as her final words escaped her lips “It’s so deep, no!”
Their shadows cast on the wall showed Ichijo’s silhouette disappearing inside Number 6, flowing into her like she was made of water. The girl with ribbon hair could only gasp something so big flowed so easily into her; her insides feeling so cold the more Ichijo filled her. Blue secretion that could have been god knows what flowed out of Ichijo’s body, forming a massive stain between Number 6’s legs, until finally there was no sight of the Class Rep.
The weak and horrified girl did her best to stand up, but as she did, her skin turned a deathly white, and as she tried to get away, she found an obstacle that she couldn’t see. She wailed as loudly as she could as she realized that she couldn’t escape. No matter where she moved, there was nothing there, but she could take no more than one step. From the moment Ichijo touched her, Number 6 was already in her belly.
It was then that a wretched gurgling came from within her body and Number 6 screamed before exploding into a red and gut filled mess, forming what looked like a perfect, crimson sphere in the hallway. The sight faded and in its place was once again Ichijo, who was sucking on her blood covered finger.
“Mmmmmmm! Young girls always taste so fresh.” She spoke. A powerful belch echoed down the hallways of the entire school, letting all know that their numbers had fallen. As soon as her mouth shut up, her belly spoke up once more as well.
*RRRRRRUMBLE!!!*
Everyone gasped, but Miyako was the one to press her giant forehead up against the window and see giant chains were what blocked their exit. Pulling back, she stopped everyone from trying to help Rei by pointing out “Ichijo planned this; she must’ve locked up every door!” At last it sunk in with the girls that they were trapped in the school, and it really kicked Miyako in the ass since such a situation was a dream come true to her, but not with an inhuman abomination hungry for people.
“What’re we gonna do!” Himeko begged to know, never leaving Rei’s side for even a second. Becky had done the same, but now she knew that it was up to her to figure this out. In her genius mind, there was only one way to do this “We’ll split up!”
*WHAM!* “OW!”
“You idiot.” Rei scowled down at Becky. She didn’t care if the girl was crying or now had a giant welt on her head; she was not about to have this so called genius get them all killed “You need to actually watch some horror movies you stupid baby! Everyone knows that splitting up only makes you to be picked off.” Becky however could only sob “I’m a teacher!” and Rei could groan.
“What if we split up, in groups?” Miyako suddenly chimed in. Rei may be a horror expert, but the great thing about their group is that there was actually more than one smart girl. Rei naturally asked what she was talking about, and Miyako responded “Think about it; we have to find another way outta here or at least something break the damn windows with, and we’d have a better shot at it if we covered more ground. If we stay in groups though, we’ll have someone to watch our backs.”
“Just our backs? But there’s alotta good stuff in the front to.” Himeko pointed out, her cowlick formed into a question mark while she groped her boobies up and down. Everybody face palmed, but at least they could all agree that Miyako was right.
The Bookworm skidded around the corner to hightail it up the stairs, with Number 6 following close behind. The two ran as fast as they could, but could not look more different. Miyako ran with all her might, the look of fiery determination gleaming as brightly as her forehead. Number 6 hoofed just as hard, but she was gasping and whimpering with every step she took, leaving a trail of sparkling tears behind her. When Miyako stopped to decide whether to go further down or make a right, the cry baby ran right into her.
“Watch where you’re going!” Miyako yelled. Her friend whimpering like a scared puppy did nothing to diminish her anger; the last thing she needed was somebody slowing her down for the monster, telling Ribbon Head flat out as she returned to looking ahead “We have to keep moving.”
“I’m sorry Miyako.” Number 6 apologized. Although she hated to, she looked back at the darkness behind her. The hallway might as well have been the gates of hell, and she couldn’t help but imagine that one of those shadows might be Ichijo. As lightning flashed once more, sending fresh tears leaking out of her, Number 6 made but a simple request “Miyako, maybe we should hold hands. I don’t want us to get-”
The searing music and frightening zoom in revealed nothing but empty space in front of Number 6. It took merely a second for the fear to grip and choke her from the inside. When Miyako had said that they need to keep moving, she did, but Number 6 didn’t get the hint, and now she was all alone; her only companions were those increasing loud footsteps.
With a frightened gasp, Number 6 beheld the sight of Ichijo jogging towards. Suddenly morphing into chibis, now both girls were running, only Number 6’s was just as pathetic as you’d imagine. The beast was already gaining on her, but then Horror Cliché number 43 set in; the girl trips over nothing. Landing flat on her face, she looked up just in time to see Ichijo lunge at her. She screamed and flailed in pure dread, soon knocked to the ground as Ichijo trapped her in her arms.
Number 6 trembled as the whatever she was straddled her body, Ichijo’s skirt clad ass sticking right into the camera. Fear rendered Number 6’s voice completely silent, but all it took once a simple taunt from her captor to bring it back “You’re so cute. I could just eat you up!”
“No please! Stop it! Stop it!” Number 6 begged, but nothing she said could stop Ichijo from gripping her face and pressing her lips to hers. She kissed the girl so forcefully, her tongue sliding out of her lips a few times to get at the salty tears; so delicious.
“Such a yummy body, such tasty life-force; I need it all!” smacking her lips once she stopped, Ichijo reached underneath the crying girl’s skirt, finding a slick pussy to slid her hand right in. Number 6’s eyes bulged as her final words escaped her lips “It’s so deep, no!”
Their shadows cast on the wall showed Ichijo’s silhouette disappearing inside Number 6, flowing into her like she was made of water. The girl with ribbon hair could only gasp something so big flowed so easily into her; her insides feeling so cold the more Ichijo filled her. Blue secretion that could have been god knows what flowed out of Ichijo’s body, forming a massive stain between Number 6’s legs, until finally there was no sight of the Class Rep.
The weak and horrified girl did her best to stand up, but as she did, her skin turned a deathly white, and as she tried to get away, she found an obstacle that she couldn’t see. She wailed as loudly as she could as she realized that she couldn’t escape. No matter where she moved, there was nothing there, but she could take no more than one step. From the moment Ichijo touched her, Number 6 was already in her belly.
It was then that a wretched gurgling came from within her body and Number 6 screamed before exploding into a red and gut filled mess, forming what looked like a perfect, crimson sphere in the hallway. The sight faded and in its place was once again Ichijo, who was sucking on her blood covered finger.
“Mmmmmmm! Young girls always taste so fresh.” She spoke. A powerful belch echoed down the hallways of the entire school, letting all know that their numbers had fallen. As soon as her mouth shut up, her belly spoke up once more as well.
*RRRRRRUMBLE!!!*
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