The dim light of a campfire crackles in the forest clearing. Silent-Hunter sits by his tent, having come with a few others on a trip to the woods. Essentially he'd come birdwatching, tagging along with a group that was trying to find evidence of some giant avian that had been sighted nearby. A few claimed it was a harpy, others said it was a rare breed of hawk, bigger than any other. Silent didn't much care either way, the kinky alien coming up to meet whatever it was, and... as these things oft
Birdwatching
By: Vidofinir
Favorited: 8 years ago
“Argh! Buck!” Backstabber cried
out as he fell to the floor, slamming onto his back. “Luna damn
it!” the reddish pink earth pony mare cursed as she moved her
hooves to her chest. They wandered down her dented metal armour,
seeking out the buckles and tugging at them. Click. The buckle
slipped open and she pulled the chest plate off, tossing it to the
side. Reaching down she felt over the bruised flesh where the armour
had buckled, a rifle bullet clear in the dent.
Hooves landed behind he
Dealing with Raiders
By: Cainiam
Favorited: 8 years ago
Life
in the pond
(soft
vore, graphic digestion, defecation (only last paragraph))
Near
a forest some 25 kilometres off the coast, there was a pond. Not like
the cheap duck ponds filled with a thick green algae soup one finds
in every village. Rather than being created on a tight budget to give
people something to look at during their walks, it was a natural
occurrence. It received most of its water from a small clear brook,
which had its source somewhere in the forested hills. By virtue of
said
Life in the pond
By: Fischie
Favorited: 8 years ago
