It was late as Wren was making her way
home. Her mom was going to give her a field day about how late she
had been art, mostly do to her size. Wren had the misfortune of being
hit by what was the family curse at birth, as she grew instead of
getting bigger she had shrank. It seemed her size had stabilized with
her standing around a foot tall, so it left her with quite a few odd
issues when it came to dealing with things.
She looked up at the front door and
noticed most of the lights in the hou

        
It had been a great day at the beach for Shane and Danielle. The water had been cool, the sun out all day, no wind. It was quite picturesque. The young couple was relaxing on the sand, preparing to head home. It was only early afternoon, but they had much work to be done at home. The beach they where on was quite empty, with only one other occupant. An older woman, in her late 30's. She was somewhat attractive. She had a chunky body, not fat, but

Red and the Flea
 
The wind swept through the caninu's fur as he held onto the back of his mecha. The Dahak wasn't much for flying, but fortunately the dog only needed to go a little further before he reached his destination. He decided to land on one of the nearby rooftops for good measure, and before long his mecha had switched back into it's walker form.
 
“Can you see the warehouse, Red?” a voice came through an earpiece hidden by his red pilot's cap, “You should be pret

Denis
sighed, altogether content for now as he stood at the local bus stop
and enjoyed himself a relaxing meal he was still in the process of
swallowing. There was a cute girl here when he first came here who
had such nice curves and beautiful eyes that he could not resist the
temptation of scarfing her down.
The
top half of her had been eaten thus far and he now encroached on her
voluptuous hips while his hands rested upon the thighs and kept them
firmly together, holding her in place so he cou

Waiting
for the bus is truly a dull affair. Sure, one could be forgiven for
thinking that waiting at a bus stop bench might mean chance
encounters with strange and unique individuals likewise needing to
traverse across the city, but often than not the bench, like the bus,
would be fairly empty. This suited Alyson just fine. She liked the
feeling of solitude while passer-bys scurried about thier singular
lives, content to enjoy the bench alone. Here she could think, ponder
her life and its direct