House Rules
Do Not Speak Unless Spoken To
Address Predators As ‘Master’ Or ‘Mistress’
Do Not Stare / Bow Your Head
Stand When A Predator Enters The Room
Show Your Brand When Requested
Mistress Cane tapped the placard above the door, her slitted eyes narrowing at the crowd of prey. Their small heads were bowed in supplication and yet there was an excitement that raced through their young hearts that was impossible to suppress. Noses twitched. Ears shook.
“Mind your

A Tiny Girlfriend – EpilogueBy: saturn Chloe peeked out from behind the cabinet leg. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from behind the half closed door to the kitchen. Definitely a trap. Chloe snickered as she dashed to the wall and started slowly making her way down. She had to admit, she was enjoying this game more than she thought she would. There was something exhilarating about the sensation of being chased, the threat of capture lurking around once-familiar corners. Er

 The Dragoness was having fun that day. For ages, she had heard of the peculiar portals that appeared from time to time in the Ashlands, which led to the lush world full of smaller bodies that could be digested. And just that morning, one such portal had appeared near her napping rock, so with glee, she practically dove through the vortex of possibilities. While the greenery was shocking, she swiftly sought out a settlement to plunder, and in less than an hour, she had. The cries of th

Dream Come True – Part 3



[Soft-Vore, F/M, SM, Co

nsensual, Relationship, Sexual]




The sudden change of position had taken Edward by surprise, causing the sloshing wine he had been soaking in since entering Rachel’s stomach to wash over him. His original position was now under the liquid’s surface. In the pitch bla

(soft vore, hard digestion)
Martin was in love, not with another orca, at least not in this case. The twelve meter long bull was in love with a certain island and the pod of dolphins inhabiting the surrounding waters. This special community of curious and utterly delicious cetaceans had developed a strange culture where they never fought back or fled when one of the orcas approached them with predatory intent. In turn the dolphins never had to worry about any kind of far more numerous predators

"It's too risky, what if we get caught?"
"Nobody's going to notice!"
Jack felt his cheeks flush as Amy undressed in the backseat of his car. It was late, and he'd parked far from anyone else outside the cinema, but doing stuff like this in public always embarrassed him.
"Movie starts at nine, get back here and eat me already!"
He stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the aft door where Amy's feet pointed at him. They could afford two tickets, but his girlfriend was always after the thr

[a horse girl's adventure]
willing vore, willing digestion
Late at night, Amber had decided to sneak out in order to visit her favorite horse Dash in the local stable. She'd been crying in the stable with the large, black, stallion, stroking the horse's neck. This was the last night she'd have with Dash, before moving away to the city where her father had gotten a new job.
She didn't want to go away, but what choice did she have? She'd spend the night crying, petting the black horse and feeding

They had always been there. Timeless as the hills. Certain as the sun. Before Keva was old enough to know anything, she knew that they were out there, watching them. The Keepers in the forest.
Keva’s mother, a comely, kind doe who, like her, had the softest fur of brown, had whispered lullabies to her while she was still a swaddled infant. Lullabies of the Keepers in the forest. Around the clearing. Beyond the grove. The Keepers watch us with all their love. Ever young. Ever fair. The Keep

Jake was sitting atop an abandoned lighthouse, his shark eyes gazing over the nearby fields. His morning flight over the shore had turned up nothing interesting enough to eat and so it was the land’s turn to provide the great black backed gull with sustenance. The tall grass nearby was home to many a tasty rodent, occasionally small snakes hunting mice fell prey to him as well and if that did not happen the nearby woods were usually ripe with smaller birds this time of the year.
Apparently ot

Annie and the wolves
(soft vore, digestion, disposal)
 
Annie was furious. For weeks now hunting in her forest had been annoyingly hard. The usually abandoned prey animals were hard to find and while she still caught the odd boar and such, deer seemed to have vanished almost entirely. This morning she had only gotten a couple of bunnies and the fox that had tried to catch them as well. The only thing she had in spades now were traces of a wolf pack which had recently arrived in the forest