RWBY Growing Gluttons: A Kitty Cat’s
Closure
The iron door slowly opened with an
ear-piercing shriek of metal on metal casting a narrow beam of light
into the small square room. While the light was welcoming to Blake it
was also painful, her sensitive Faunus eyes had been focused and
adapted to the pitch-black darkness of the room and she couldn't even
raise her hands to shield them from the narrow beam of light. She
hissed out of instinct more than anger. She was too tired and
exhausted to b

Our
story begins at a rescue team base south of the Shimmerfrost Town
Winston; a young male Totodile wearing a fancy blue bowtie was headed
to the base returning from an errand as he held a bag of items he
bought from stores in the Town. As he walk down the road he noticed a
weird shaped fruit on a bush, after working on his errand he was
getting an appetite Winston approached the fruit and picks it with
his free hand he marvel at the unique details of the fruit: The fruit
in general was large a

Too Late
By TwrchTwryth
Casey St. Angelo
practically skipped up to Jones family house. Yesterday had been her
best friend Mary's 18th birthday. There had been a big, fun
celebration with pizza and cake and Mary’s thirty closest friends,
but now Casey was going to have her special presence for Mary.She
was immediately dismayed, however, when Mrs. Jones, Mary's mother,
opened the door. “Is Mary home?” Casey asked.
Mrs. Jones replied,
“She's digesting honey, sorry,” pointing at her bulgi

Everyone got sat down in the
living room, six butts on two couches and a recliner. The six were a
group of girlfriends, united here at Rachel's place.
Rachel was the youngest of
the group, and certainly the least developed. Though she was one of
the more mature ones, her present friends were all a grade or two
above her, most of them already quite into puberty. She was still
short however, and though her hips had widened and her buttocks were
slightly rounded, she still had a very girlish look t

“Looks like your
team is falling apart out there, and I'm not just talking about the
matches~” Sandy said as she jabbed the girl next to her in the ribs
with her elbow.
Lyra squirmed and
grunted. Sandy knew she was ticklish in her ribs she had been since
childhood. It had been a few years since Sandy had gone to the
private Unbirv tech, but they'd known each other since elementary
school.
“We're just getting
started, and the first three matches were all newbie freshman...”
Lyra trailed

It's been a year since
the first Virtual Reality game had been released. It was a full
success: Nearly 100 million people logged in each day and the most of
them didn't have some kind of glasses on their eyes but a full suit
with fine built-in contacts. These contacts were energized so they
can stimulate the muscles in the body of the player for a more
realistic experience. Since the programmers made it available to
build in some own modifications, the possibilities of how to use the
game got en

The uncontrolled
storm raged above Seaddle, pissing down rain. It soaked everything,
from the balconies above to the streets below, flowing down into the
ocean. What it couldn’t soak by sheer dint of being outside, it
still soaked, by the actions of the ponies living in the glowing
city. They tracked rain and mud wherever they walked, messing up
carpets and creating dangerously slippery spots on easy-wipe plastex
tiles.
“Hey hey hey!
Wipe your damn hooves!” The shout came from the other si

The New Bed
Flint smiles as he
enters his new apartment. For his entire life he has lived with other
people. Whether it is a tiny bedroom with his parents or shared
accommodation with drug addicts. Flint finally had enough money to
buy his own place. Furnishing it and decorating was surprisingly fun
as he put up posters of his favourite musicians and placed his
leather chair directly in line with the telly. But the thing he was
most looking forward to was his new bed. 25 years he has lived on
th

Futa needs come first
Morning had arrived
on the Pennington’s house. The Pennington’s were a normal family
with normal lives with a normal house. They included a mother, a
father and their 11 year old son. Yes, everything was normal in the
Pennington house. At least until a year ago when the Pennington
family decided to foster a child. They saw the adverts about all
those poor children living without a family and decided to make a
difference.
So they adopted a 6
year old black girl by the n

*THUNK* *THUD*
*KA-CHUNK*
The trunk of the
hatchback shut on the third try.
“See? I told you it
would all fit!” Sarah said proudly as she clapped her hands
together in triumph. Her thighs jiggled beneath her paper thin booty
shorts. Her smile was radiant especially with the volcanic red
lipstick she wore. Sarah always tried to frame her face and lips with
her brown hair to draw attention away from her slightly flabby arms,
her small breasts and thick thighs. It mostly worked, her face was
h

“Alright girls,
devour me!”
“Yes, attack! You're
an animal!”
“Scare me!”
“Seduce me!”
“I'm a morsel! Drool
over me!”
The photographer
snapped at the girls with directions as he snapped shots on his over
large camera. The three girls in the viewfinder tried their best to
convey the raw emotions he ordered them to. He didn't want to quit so
early but the girls weren't quite living up to his hopes.
Jade tried clawing at
the camera while baring her teeth. She was the shortest o

“We just played tag”
Greg said
“Tag n' what?” Jen
asked
“Isn't that obvious?
You get tagged you get eaten!” Greg said sarcastically and held his
arms out.
“That's right borin
tho! Simply un-creative!” Katie teased. She playfully shoved her
boyfriend Greg and he stumbled a bit in his drunkenness. They were
all tipsy as they walked back from the bar.
None of them were in
good shape to drive and Uber was practically impossible in their
small town. Greg was a big fish from the city

She squeezed his hand
firmly as they passed it.
'Ex Alley' he thought
grimly. He caught a whiff of it before it came into view, he stifled
a cringe.
"Wanna take a
look?" she asked playfully and flashed a grin behind her long
red hair that covered half her face seductively. He shivered
slightly, he didn't but it was obvious she did and he didn't want to
disappoint her, they'd been dating officially for only a few hours.
“I always like to
spot the new additions and see which ones have

The
Broken Circle
"Remind me why
we're putting plastic sheets all over the furniture again?"
"Because I don't
want what's left of you staining my sofa. Femcum never comes out you
know!" Kathleen said and made a point not to make eye contact
with her friend Shannon. Shannon put her hands on her hips and raised
her eyebrows.
“And what makes you
so confident you won't be a wet spot on the couch before the end of
the night?” Shannon said as she moved with a sexy slink towar

THUNK
“Ugh help me with
this door Melissa! It's heavier than you after a tinder binge!”
“Oh hun! Why'd yah
go tryin ta do all that by yer'self now?” Melissa said coming
quickly to Kathleen's rescue. She was trying valiantly to hold up the
solid wood bathroom door that she'd detached from it's hinge. It was
a rare thing for a dorm room to have a private bathroom but their
hall was formerly a hotel and had been renovated to house students in
recent years. It thus had the luxury of having

“We are running this
story Samantha!”
“We don't even know
what is on this thing! This isn't responsible journalism! Sonia do we
even know if it's true? If Leanna were here there's no way she'd let
you do this”
“Frankly Samantha I
don't care, if you knew the ratings you wouldn't either. That's why
it's your job to have the pretty face, the big tits and to read your
teleprompter when words go across it!” Sonia said and turned from
her top anchor Samantha. She went by Sam usually but

“I'm going to
___________ you!”
“WHAT?! I don't
think I heard you right! My name is Shandra!”
It was hard to hear
anyone even when they yelled as the heavy beat of a synth pop tune
buzzed across the dance floor, it rattled everything not nailed down.
It was powerful enough to vibrate the already jostling flesh of the
dozens of patrons pressing against each other on the dance floor.
Amidst them were two women grinding into one another in time with the
rhythm.
“Could you say
that agai