Mrs.
Weathers’ Place
Grick
A
low, blue sedan cruised past the community’s gate, slowing for a
moment for the pass to scan. It proceeded through a tangle of
streets and drives all wrapped chaotically around the large and
irregular properties with houses that looked more like small
mansions, and then pulled into one of the driveways. Out stepped a
short brown-haired woman from the driver’s seat and a young couple
from the back. The husband, a tall man with tangled blond hair,
opened the

"M-Master?" a
soft shuddering voice whispered into the cool night air. There was no
response came to the call, only a muffled shifting in the night.
"Kael, I asked you
not to call me that." Came another voice, this one much less
shaky and far bolder in the midnight air.
"Sorry sir..."
Kael responded before letting out a startled meep as a small flame
flickered into view. The first thing that came into view for him was
his own fur, an ivory white that made even the

Zachary
Coon turned the cardboard-bound book in his hands and flipped it open
from the back. Blank page. Blank page. Blank, blank, blank. The
majority of the pages were blank, even though he'd bought the journal
a year and a half ago. For the hundredth time, he thought about
tossing it into the fire and watching the pages curl away to ash, and
for the hundredth time he didn't.
There
was a fire though - blue and yellow gas flames flowing like water
over rounded hearthstones, all neatly contained

What
you are about to read is the first vore scene of a story that was put
on hold indefinitely,this was to be the beginning and the story was
going to have many detailed moments with vore but the original file
was lost. This is all that’s left…..
……………………..
Darkness
consumed all spare a moving glimmer of light in the distance, slowly
it moved leaving a faint blur behind it. A soft voice echoed in the
darkness along the still corridor.
“Help,
Please, Help me”
Faint
foots

Fastpaw
and Myrtle
“Good end” version
By Strega
The raccoon stood a little over four and a half
feet tall, and to Myrtle that was just the right height. She stood
less that that herself, inheriting a slight frame from her elvish
mother. Humans and the other tall races towered over her, but when
she bumped into the praka minstrel in the inn hallway their eyes were
at almost the same level.
It happened that she and he frequented the same
inns; she a saleswoman for spices and he a traveling

Vilkas stopped swimming
forward and started to slowly move back. He wasn’t exactly sure
what the creature in front of him was, but he had a few guesses at
what it could be.
First thought the came
to mind was just a giant snake from its body, but the head looked a
little off. Next thought was some kind of slender dragon. Of course a
hydra would more closely relate in resemblance, yet a hydra was a
multi headed beast. At least that is what the lore said. For no one
had actually ever seen the b

Fastpaw
and Myrtle
By Strega
The raccoon stood a little over four and a half
feet tall, and to Myrtle that was just the right height. She stood
less that that herself, inheriting a slight frame from her elvish
mother. Humans and the other tall races towered over her, but when
she bumped into the praka minstrel in the inn hallway their eyes were
at almost the same level.
It happened that she and he frequented the same
inns; she a saleswoman for spices and he a traveling performer. Some
people f

Heather
and Hammy
By Strega
This can't possibly work,
Heather thought. Stella had seemed so sure, though, so she smiled and
nodded when the squirrel asked his question.
"It's
stuck in your throat? Maybe I can reach in and get it! Then I can
have the cookie." He scurried up on all fours and looked
trustingly at her. "Open your mouth, open your mouth!"
With a
slight, theatrical cough she obliged. Hammy looked wonderingly into
her jaws as her long, long muzzle creaked open. Furt