Melissa stood in front of her girl-scout troupe in her living room,
looking over the girls with a stern gaze. She was no older than any of
them, at 9 years of age, and had short, blonde hair. She wore the
traditional Brownie uniform, as did everyone else, and it was peppered
with merit badges. Her troupe had spent the last week selling cookies,
and she was waiting for one of the other Scouts to bring her the
results. There was still two more weeks to go, and the troupe that
made the most money w

"Come on, cuntstain, you've got to really get in there if you want me to feel it!" She was a young woman, probably seventeen or so, with long blonde hair, perfect skin, and another girl beneath her that was much less conventionally attractive in comparison.
"I'm trying, Annalee! Why do I have to do this?" cried the girl beneath her, her thick glasses askew on the button nose that was wrinkled in digust.
"Because you're Aubrey Fyflecher and you're my bitch! Now less talking, more eating carpet!"

"I want to be like you."
"What?" Amy asked. She paused before taking a bite of her sandwich. The lunchroom was packed and bustling; some students were sitting with their friends, chatting up a storm, while others were fighting over the few remaining seats. Luckily, Amy and Tessa had arrived early, so they were comfortably sat in their usual corner booth.
"I... want to learn how to swallow someone," Tessa mumbled, her face flushed with embarrassment. Tessa didn't exactly fit the typical predator

POV vore - you and EblisThe alien's name is Eblis. You've seen him plenty of times, shambling down the street from his apartment to the store or catching a bus. You're not sure what his story is, where he works, what he does. Sometimes an unmarked van picks him up, and he does have a van of his own, but most often he walks or takes the bus. He's a weird, almost comical looking thing. Eight feet tall, with a rubbery snout like an anteater, gray fur, and large claws on his hands and feet. He must

Sarah's
phone went off while she was deciding what soda to get. At first, she
thought about ignoring it, figuring it was her mother texting her
about where she would go to get dinner tonight. But, deciding it
wasn't worth putting off, she took out her phone. The message was
from Dalton. Dalton had been a friend of Sarah's since high school, a
cool, sometimes dorky guy who she hung out with on weekends to listen
to dumb music and watch dumber movies. She figured he wanted to go
see some stupid fl