No.27355
= A Super-meat-girl Snack =
Far above the bustle and chaos of life on the ground, Supergirl floated, with eyes closed, focused on the sounds faintly reaching her super hearing from far and wide. Amidst all the jumble of ordinary sounds, she heard a scream and a deep, low rumble from the west. Surging into action, she streaked through the clouds, over a vast, verdant mountainous forest, arrowing toward the source of the sounds.
Without a moment to spare, she spotted the isolated hiker in the path of a thunderous avalanche. She swooped down and carefully scooped up the woman just before a boulder smashed into the spot she had been standing. The frightened woman thrashed for a second thinking she was still in danger before realizing that she was suddenly soaring above the wilderness in the arms of the girl of steel.
"It's alright," said the heroine reassuringly. "I've got you."
"Oh, Supergirl! You saved me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
The woman wrapped her arms tightly around the powerful girl, kissing her cheek and desperately clinging to her.
"That's what I do," smiled Supergirl grimly. "Now, were you alone? Is there anyone else I need to save here?"
"No," said the woman. "I don't think there is anyone else out here for miles. I'm on an extended solo camping trip, and I haven't seen anyone else in over a week."
"Ah, that's good," said the Kryptonian warmly. "I'm not sure that even I could find anyone under all that stone that just fell."
She took a moment to look over the woman she was carrying higher and higher above the forest. She was actually quite attractive, with clear green eyes, flowing brown hair, and a bosom that filled out her tank top to its limits. She seemed to be in her mid twenties and was dressed in a practical, if somewhat revealing outfit, as you would expect from a hiker in the heat of summer.
"I couldn't help but wonder," said Supergirl carefully, "earlier when you kissed me… were you just overexcited, or was there something more to it?"
"Sorry," the woman blushed. "It's embarrassing to admit this, but I have a bit of a crush on you. I mean, you're my favorite hero. You're just so incredible! And sexy! And then suddenly here you are, saving my life. I guess I got a bit carried away."
"Oh, not at all," said the heroine with a sparkle in her eye. "I actually quite enjoyed that. A kiss from a sexy thing like you is a nice bit of thanks, under the circumstances."
The erstwhile damsel in distress giggled at that.
"Speaking of getting carried away," she inquired, "where are you taking me?"
"Well," replied Supergirl, "I saw the tattered remains of what must have been your tent and supplies getting crushed back there, so I thought you might like a lift."
"Oh my, yes! You can take me anywhere you'd like. If it's not too much trouble, that is."
"I could set you down in the nearest town. Or… well, I realize that we just met a few seconds ago," smiled the girl in the red cape, "but would you perhaps be interested in spending the night with your favorite hero?"
The young woman squealed with excitement, "YES! Oh my god, seriously? Yes, I'd do anything for a chance like that! You really want me?"
"Oh, yes. I want you," said Supergirl with open desire. "You are exactly the kind of woman I've been looking for lately."
Supergirl didn't waste any time before acting on her lust. As they quickly soared through the clouds for the next several minutes, they left a fluttering trail of the woman's discarded clothes. The girl of steel effortlessly shredded each garment and allowed it to drift away, which caused the woman to become increasingly aroused at the way the powerful girl effortlessly toyed with her. When they settled gently through the open skylight and inside an isolated building, the now naked woman planted her unsteady legs on the hardwood floor and looked around.
They were in a neatly furnished bedroom, decorated to suit the tastes of the Kryptonian hero. It had a few sturdy looking doors leading in various directions, an assortment of artifacts and decorations with a faintly alien style, plus all the usual things you would expect to find in about any single American woman's bedroom. Naturally, the feature which the horny visitor was drawn to was the large, plush bed.
"Make yourself at home," said Kara. "Can I get you a drink? Some wine maybe?"
"Thanks. That would be great," breathed the woman.
In a flash, Supergirl disappeared, then reappeared wearing a soft robe and holding two glasses and a bottle of red wine. With a precise glance around the room, she ignited several candles with her heat vision, gently illuminating the room with a romantic glow.
"Wow," whispered the awed woman. "You're so…wow."
The carefree superhero and thrilled damsel sipped their wine before falling into an embrace. The Kryptonian gently coaxed her new lover onto the bed and allowed her to peel away the robe. Once exposed to her gaze, the excited fan ran her hands over the soft, yet invulnerable breasts and flawless pale skin.
The two women spent the next few hours in passionate sapphic bliss. The blushing woman was delighted to repeatedly experience the skill of a superhero's tongue probing her most delicate body parts, while also ecstatically savoring the unique flavor of a Kryptonian's arousal. The girl of steel turned out to like it rough: no matter how hard her lover pinched, scratched or bit, it was no more painful for the invincible girl than a light touch. The comparatively delicate human woman got a few bruises just trying to stimulate the remarkably durable pussy whenever Supergirl had simply floated within easy reach of her companion. After the adoring fan had lost count of her own orgasms at the hand of her host, the woman begged a chance to rest.
Kara said seductively, "How about we take a little break in my special sauna? I find it to be just the thing to relax me after a good romp with a succulent cutie like you."
"Mmmh, that does sound nice."
Using her powers, the Kryptonian floated over to a thick metal door, carrying the limp, spent human with her. She pressed a few buttons on the panel next to the door, then they glided into a small, metal walled chamber. Just before the inhumanly strong girl pulled the heavy door shut, a golden glow illuminated the chamber from above. Settling on the smooth stone floor, the woman was surprised by the absence of the usual wooden fixtures typically found in a sauna.
"Ah," observed Supergirl. "Yes, this sauna is a bit different from what you may be used to. I specially made it myself to suit my very particular requirements."
"Oh, it's very impressive," said the somewhat puzzled woman.
Heat began to wash over them, radiating from the walls, quickly raising the temperature. The pair lay down near the center, kissing in a slow, unhurried way. After only a minute, the human woman began to sweat heavily. Soon she found the heat to be oppressive.
"Uh, Supergirl? Don't you think it's getting a little too hot? I feel like I can hardly breathe," she panted.
"Mmm, not at all," purred the naked Kyptonian. "I had it start on a pretty low setting, and it's not nearly up to temperature yet. It isn't even hot enough to boil water."
"What?" exclaimed the human. "Supergirl, I don't have any superpowers, remember? I can't survive anything anywhere near that hot! I'll be cooked alive in here!"
"Oh, yes, I know," said Supergirl with a hungry smile. "That's exactly what I made this sauna for: a nice cozy place to cuddle with a missing human while she roasts. I suppose by human standards, this is really more of a large oven than a sauna."
"But, you can't eat me," quivered the woman, "that's cannibalism."
"Nonsense. Cannibalism is when you eat your own kind. I'm not human, I'm an alien, so eating a human is just fine."
"I thought you really liked me," said the teary-eyed woman.
"Oh, I do, I do! I simply adore humans! So many of you are such wonderful people, and you taste simply divine," cooed Kara with passion. "Especially girls like you with big juicy tits. Guys taste alright, too, but nothing else in the galaxy tastes as amazing as a busty, well cooked human girl. Yum!"
"Please," cried the overheating woman, "you have to let me go. I have a family and friends; they'll miss me. They'll send out people to look for me."
Supergirl chuckled. "No, no one will look for you after they find that rock slide. The tattered pieces of your tent will convince everyone that you died today and that your body will never be recovered. And they'll be right, they'll just have the time and location off by about a hundred miles and a few hours."
The alien girl took the frightened human gently in her arms of steel, locking her in an intimate, inescapable embrace.
"Now," continued the captor, "didn't you say you would do 'anything' to be able to spend the night with me? Becoming my meal sounds like it falls within 'anything' to me. Remember? I'm your favorite hero."
The woman struggled to think in the overwhelming heat. It felt like a sunburn was forming across her entire exposed body, singeing her flesh.
"Supergirl," she murmured.
Kara kissed her prey tenderly again, silencing her. Almost reflexively, the woman weakly kissed her hero back. Between kisses, she continued to moan the hero's name deliriously. When she was too far gone to even do that, the Kryptonian spoke to her again.
"Mmm! You are really starting to smell good! I know you are still a bit on the rare side, but I can't wait: I'm going to go ahead and have a bite!"
Supergirl effortlessly lifted the half-conscious human and placed her mouth over one partially cooked breast. Opening wide, she pressed a mouthful of the fatty tit into her jaw. As her teeth sank into the tender flesh, her tongue was bathed in savory juices. Tearing out that large chunk from the living body drew a hoarse shuddering scream from the human, though it was hardly more than a whisper. The Kryptonian chewed her first bite slowly, relishing the uncommon treat before swallowing it. She followed that bite with another, then another, until both breasts had been consumed.
"Oh," she giggled, "I got a little ahead of myself there. Human meat is best when cooked, but I seem to have eaten my way down to the raw parts. Sorry for rushing things."
The woman had passed out, but Supergirl didn't really expect her meal to respond anyway. She yawned comfortably.
"Humm. Now that I've had a bite to eat, and it's gotten warm enough in here to be nice and cozy, I think I'll take a little nap while I wait for dinner to be done, okay?"
Over an hour later, Supergirl woke up to a mouth watering aroma.
"Ahhh, wonderful! This is surely the nicest way to wake from an evening siesta."
She carefully pulled the steaming, roasted woman into a hug, then laughed lightly when the meat fell away from the bones rather than hold its living shape. Kara scooped up a handful and devoured it. After getting the taste of female meat in her mouth, she began eating ravenously, barely giving herself time to chew before swallowing. She did not slow down until all the tender meat from the limbs and torso had been consumed, and she realized she was just crunching bones and the few small scraps clinging to them. Looking over the unrecognizable remains, Supergirl decided that she had eaten all the best parts and her hunger was sated.
The Kryptonian girl's belly bulged from her meal, resembling a late term pregnancy, but her powerful digestive system was rapidly breaking down and absorbing the tender meat, so she knew it would not be long before her body was once again lean and fit. While she was inspecting her well stuffed body, Supergirl unleashed a thundering, unladylike belch.
"Well," she addressed the messy pile of bone, hair and the less tasty organs, "you've been a simply perfect guest, uhm… whatever your name was, but I'm afraid your time here is over. I do hope to encounter more delicious, disposable meals like you quite soon."
She giggled at her private joke, then systematically incinerated all traces of the human woman with her heat vision. The oven cleaning complete, Supergirl pushed open the two ton metal door and floated out. She knew from experience not to let herself touch the wooden floor, or anything else flammable so soon after leaving her sauna, lest it catch fire, so she drifted up through the skylight.
Hanging in the cool night air, Supergirl closed her eyes, relaxed and listened to the sounds of the wide world. If needed, she could spring to the rescue of anyone in trouble for many miles around. Or… possibly get herself another delicious snack, if one presented itself.
No.27378
A Futan Breeding Holiday
Tags: vore, snuff, futanari, unbirth, orgy
Throughout the universe life has discovered many strange and wonderful mechanisms of reproduction, but perhaps the most remarkable is that found on the not too distant world of Futan. In order to understand this extraordinary quirk of biology, let us observe a typical mating ceremony of the Futani people on their homeworld.
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The expansive shared sleep chamber of the Aurovana Household was buzzing with excitement on this special day off work. Every sub in the harem knew that this was no ordinary household breeding holiday: today was going to be the ultimate celebration of Opal, their harem prime.
Lounging on the dais in the center, Mistress Aurovana surveyed her harem with pride. Opal had served her well for over ten years now as prime: their numbers had grown and the work done by the diligent subs had elevated the household's social and economic standing considerably.
Aurovana breathed in deeply, taking in the sight, sound and smell of the horny, naked subs, all eager for the coming celebration. The present members of her harem were engaging in a variety of sapphic delights to prepare themselves to be bred by their mistress. However, in several places, she noticed that the motions of their bodies on the cushioned chamber floor hinted that a few subs had allowed their shafts to extend and join themselves in a mating union. Many household mistresses would have punished such behavior, claiming that mating was an exclusive privilege of the doms, but Aurovana always pretended not to see this faux pas. Privately, to Opal, she had confessed that this love making within her harem made her aroused, so the prime had quietly encouraged those under her to discreetly breed as their desires lead them.
Aurovana's attention was drawn back to her side, where her beloved Opal was unable to conceal her eagerness for the ceremony to begin, bouncing slightly while her second, Lilya, caressed her breasts enticingly. Deciding that there was no reason to delay any longer, Aurovana shrugged off her robe and stepped forward.
"My beauties," she addressed the room, "we are gathered here to celebrate the life and service of my precious Opal. I won't bore you all with a speech about honor or love, since I know you all care for her as much as I do, but I do want to say a word in her praise for being such a capable overseer of my household. Opal has been the finest prime I could wish for."
The crowd cheered in agreement with their mistress and Opal glowed with joy at the compliments.
"Thank you, mistress," Opal said with passion.
Aurovana embraced her in acknowledgement and continued to speak. "I will soon take this lovely sub and fill you all with her love and her seeds of life. But first, please welcome Lilya as your next prime."
The younger sub stepped forward and bowed humbly. The harem applauded. Although the decision belonged entirely to the mistress of the household, Lilya had been the popular choice as well.
"I will do my best to serve you well, mistress," Lilya swore reverently.
Aurovana and Opal each accepted her oath with open mouthed kisses.
Finally, Aurovana spoke the simple words Opal had been waiting for. "Let's begin. I'll fill you one last time, then you may take your place within me."
At once, Opal eagerly pressed herself against Aurovana and they kissed intensely. Lilya knelt and began licking and sucking her mistress's shaft and fingering the pussy just below it. The Futani dom's dick was already fully extended in anticipation of the impending breeding, but the young sub's touch coaxed it to harden as well. When Aurovana's member was completely ready, she picked up Opal and laid her on the fine cushions below. She spread Opal's legs and gently pushed her rigid cock into the sub's wet vaginal petals.
Opal moaned in pleasure at this final, loving treat. Thrusting deeply and swiftly, Aurovana concentrated on giving her loyal prime pleasure. Soon, Opal cried out and quaked in orgasm.
The two of them caressed each other for a moment afterwards, as they recovered. Soon, they both felt ready for Opal to fulfill her destiny. Keeping her cock in the sub, Aurovana rolled them over, putting Opal on top. With help from Lilya, Opal lifted herself up and then knelt between her mistress's feet. She looked up at her mistress, eager for permission to take her final journey.
Aurovana nodded. Grinning widely, Opal carefully pushed both hands into her mistress's hallowed pussy. She continued pushing, sinking deeper into her mistress until her head began to enter the opening.
"Goodbye, and thank you, mistress," she cried out just before her mouth was covered.
Her mistress just moaned at the intense, familiar feeling of having a sub entering her body. She was deep enough now that Aurovana was able to start pulling her, but she allowed the eager sub to continue doing most of the work. There were a few pauses as Opal shifted to curl up inside or to find something new to push against with her legs, but before long the sub's toes slid inside and she was gone.
With eyes filled with lust, Lilya began massaging her mistress's bulging belly. Opal's form was only discernible for a minute before it softened and became less defined. The powerful enzymes unique to the womb of the Futani dom split her prey into individual cells so they could be siphoned away. This stream of loose cells were channeled up into the glands in her breasts, where they underwent a remarkable transformation. Each cell was reshaped into a viable sperm, retaining almost exactly half of its original DNA.
When Lilya saw her mistress's breasts begin to swell with the liquified remains of her predecessor, she quickly mounted Aurovana's rock hard cock. Bouncing eagerly, she drew the first load of semen into her fertile womb. She cried out in joy when she felt the warm, life-creating fluid fill her.
Not wasting a moment after receiving her dose of the precious seed, she moved aside and waved another sub to take her place. Only after the throbbing cock was again pressing at the entrance to a futile uterus did the new prime seek her own pleasure with her hand.
Aurovana smiled at Lilya's dedication to her duties. Lilya continued to impress as she massaged her mistress seductively any time she was not too busy preparing the next member of the harem to receive a dose of sperm. With the harem prime keeping things organized, Aurovana was free to relax and bask in the nonstop parade of tight pussies milking her cock.
Although her heightened sexual state meant that she was spraying her bountiful seed more often than a human male could have, breeding the entire harem was a long and tiring process. Several hours in, Aurovana began to slow down, lacking the energy to maintain the continuous orgy. Seeing her mistress had grown tired, Lilya called a brief halt to the line of horny subs so the dom could feed and regain her strength.
As was often the case on a breeding holiday, Aurovana chose to treat herself and consume one of the smaller subs for her midday meal. The chosen sub had been waiting nearby, happily watching her harem sisters getting bred until it was her turn to contribute to this special day. She had lost count of the orgasms she had experienced as she watched and was now thrilled to fulfill her part.
At Lilya's signal, she crawled over and offered her feet to her mistress's lips. The dom kissed and licked them tenderly before drawing them in and swallowing them. With Lilya's help, the horny meal slid smoothly down Aurovana's throat, into her stomach. Although this sub would not contribute any of her genes to this breeding celebration, as the digestive acids began to burn her, she gloried quietly in the honor of assisting her mistress impregnate so many.
Lilya and a few other horny harem members massaged their mistress lovingly, helping her digest her meal. When Aurovana was feeling re-energized and thoroughly aroused again, Lilya restarted the line of fertilization.
Lilya continued to guide the breeding orgy with an efficiency which made her mistress proud. Over the course of the day, she even arranged for those tending the nursery to come out in shifts to each receive a generous load of cum. Things went so smoothly that Lilya was one of many who were able to get their womb filled a second time that day after every adult member of the harem had been inseminated.
At the end of the day, exhausted, with her breasts drained, Aurovana held the new harem prime closely as she drifted to sleep. By Futani standards, this had been a truly wonderful celebration to mark the end of Opal's life and the beginning of Lilya's time as chief of the household's subs.
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And so, you see, that the unique physiology of the Futani allowed a single individual, such as Opal, to have far more biological daughters than she ever could have as a living parent. The traits which made her such a submissive and eager gut slut contributed directly to her odds of spreading her genes to a large number of the next generation. Perhaps next time we will explore the remarkable way in which the Futani reproductive system interacts with another intelligent species: humans.