Lillith Created
        
In the stories you heard about heroes, they never ended up like this! That's what she thought as she squirmed against the chains that held her to the wall of her new cell, stripped of her armor she'd been given rather meager clothing in replacement, a small animal skin loin cloth that hung down in front of her sex about her waist, and a similarly small top that rested over her breasts at the moment. She'd been asked by the villager

Tre
Ermetico (Triple Airtight)
By
TwrchTwryth
Olimpia
Messana was nervous. She was about to try something that had never
been done before; she was about to attempt it on live television
before hundreds of thousands of viewers; and she was about to do it
completely naked. She was hyperventilating in a supply closet when
her best friend, Giacchetta Abbandonato, found her.
“Are
you okay?” Giacchetta asked.
Olimpia
looked up, two beads of sweat traveling down her face as she panted,
wide-eyed.

Edibility
Check
By
TwrchTwryth
Somehow,
when Stacy Mckinney was drunk, she rarely stumbled. Instead, when
she was inebriated enough, she practically seemed to drift idly
through the world, not quite fully connected. And tonight she was
absolutely blotto, hammered, whatever euphemism you would want to
use. An old childhood friend was in town for the weekend and they
had just gotten extremely festive. They had closed down two bars
before saying goodbye and now, at 3:22 in the morning, Stacy wa

The room was awash with the scent of alcohol. It
filtered through the air detailing a pleasant scene which was going
on inside the living room of Gary's house. Large bodies swarmed the
room, covered in fur and menacing to look at. They chatted amicably
with each other, helping themselves to alcoholic refreshments and the
various plates of food that were scattered about. They were all
friends and the movements in their bodies and the tones of their
voices reflected this. The room was finely decor

The smoke in the room hung in the
air, thick and scented in its perfumed state. Low light cascaded
around the crimson covered walls, emitted from the candles that were
placed on every table in the restaurant. Shadows danced around the
room as waiters rushed to and fro holding trays of luscious and
exotic foods, and the heavy scent of spice wafted through the air.
Seth hated spice. The aroma of it made his eyes water and even mild
dishes made his mouth and body intolerably hot. Here he was though

“Again? Really? Can’t I just
stay here?”
“No, we all have to find
food Gen.” the tiny mouse’s older sisters said. The trio were
Russian, having slipped across the sea to England with a crate of
vodka, and found the climate to their liking. The timid, five inch
Genevieve hated going out to look for food, it was dangerous and her
bigger sisters laughed whenever she failed to bring something back.
Sighing unhappily, Gen nodded and
followed her bigger sisters, both 6 inches tall, out of

Call
me weird, call me crazy. But I have always had this fantasy of being
swallowed by my mother. Don’t judge me. I’m sure you have your
perverted fantasy or two. Mine isn’t all that crazy compared to
some other people. I mean, yeah, the thought of being melted down and
added as just another roll of fat to my already massive mother turns
me on. I log on to a few different websites and chat with like-minded
people. Most of us want to be eaten. Some want to eat others.
Of
course, this leads

He licked the soles of my feet, thoroughly slathering them in his saliva, before he moved on. Slowly he sucked on each of my toes, causing me to squeal in girlish delight as he put more into his mouth on each taste. He began dragging me down the bed, my lap resting at the edge. I looked behind me and saw him bring my right foot to his lips and start sucking on my toes again. One, two, three, four, five. He easily stuffed all of my little piggies inside his moist, warm maw. The sucking didn't sto

I walked into my bedroom to find a catgirl, she was rather short, about 4 feet tall, and her body was leanly built with a flat chest. Her hair was tabby patterned, including her ears and tail, and her slitted eyes were bright topaz in color. Her outfit, a sundress looking thing, was patterned the same way as her hair, and she had matching gloves and booties that gave her the appearance of paws. She quickly dashed over to me and began clumsily undressing me, tugging at my shrit with all her pint-

Julie's
eyes fluttered open as she remembered what happened just moments
before. Olivia
and I left the club... we were driving home... she lost control... we
went into the swamp ditch... oh, right!
She was sitting in the wreckage, miraculously intact and un-injured.
Looking around, she noticed that her friend was gone, the driver side
door open. She
must be seeking help,
she thought as she stepped out of the car herself. She looked around
in an attempt to find the road they came from, but strang

The
night was freezing cold, a pale full moon providing the only source
of light over a remote swamp in the kingdom. The fog was thick,
embracing the twisted trees and marshy ground with its moist cloak.
Among the fog, trees, and nocturnal creatures stood an unnaturally
thin figure, clothed in flowing black robes, with ghastly pale skin,
and hair as white as paper. She was only known amongst the kingdom
inhabitants as the swamp witch, someone who possessed the ability to
control nature in viciou

The following is a vore story, and
features oral vore, slow digestion over the course of an evening, and
disposal. The latter is marked, so you can avoid it if you want.
Dale Soter, the shark, belongs to
himself.
The story and tigress belong to
Kayleen, AKA Pyrophile.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kayleen winds the sharkdrake in for a
warm, gentle hug, arms squeezing around him tightly, and giving a
smooch to his nose.
… Which is enough time for her to
slip a ziptie around his wrists, neatly cinching them tog

Cost
Cuts at the Ranch
A
F/F same size vore story
The
sun sets on the last day of the month as you look over your books.
Your Pixie, Yuna is going to be needing food for tomorrow to last her
the whole month but she wasn’t able to do well in any of the
tournaments you and your assistant Colt entered her in. You’re
scraping the bottom of the barrel here and you have little options.
Standing
up from your seat, you walk over to the bookshelf and take down an
old looking book on monster raising

The
Zielinski Sisters’ Prank War
By
TwrchTwryth
[Universe
HS-07-23-E-6681288834Ƣ-7]
Reese
Cronin looked up at the time and grinned. “Sorry, gents, I have a
hot date with a hotter blonde. I’ll see you all in tomorrow
night.”
“You
mean your laptop!” Gabriel Castor, one of his drinking buddies,
jeered.
“Yes,
the laptop is how I see my blonde,” Reese responded. His friends
laughed, but they understood. Reese was an American four thousand
miles away from home. He was a graduate

A bright light filled her room and the
silhouette of a wolf in a lab coat stood at the doorway. She yawned
and heard speech, but couldn’t make out the words. The wolf darted
out as quickly as he appeared and she just glanced at the alarm clock
next to her. It was 4AM. She sighed, and got out of bed. She put on
slippers and then put her lab coat from yesterday over her shoulders
and pajamas. She exited her room to a brightly and consistently lit
hallway. She looked down the left side, then the

Miles
stood on the subway platform checking his watch. He was relieved that
there weren’t many people there with him. He wasn’t the tallest
guy around, and when a crowd formed around him he tended to get lost
among them, pushed this way and that because people don’t quite see
him until they’ve already bumped into him.
The
subway pulled up and he stepped inside, quickly finding his way to a
seat. That was the other nice side effect of being one of the only
people on the platform. If there

The Zielinski Sisters
Are Made of Protein
By TwrchTwryth
[Universe
HS-07-23-J-169590120ʒ-689174/3]
The Skye High Extreme
Triathlon is one of the most grueling ironman* triathlons in the
world. Competitors actually start on the island of Raasay, but do
their 2.4 mile/3.86 kilometer swim across the chilly-at-best Sound of
Raasay to Skye proper. From there, the 112-mile/180.25 km bicycle
ride takes racers west across the island, before coming up the
western shore clockwise and back into the inte

Overwatch:
Tracer's Accidental Belly Trip
By Trinity/UltimaSlash
Tracer and
her team were just on the last legs of getting their payload to the
designated destination at Hollywood. “We're almost there,”
called out Tracer. “Just keep pushing!”
Up above
on a railing, Widowmaker scoped out the opposing team. She saw
Tracer zooming about and keeping others away from the payload.
Widowmaker struggled to get a steady shot. With Genji soon running
up near her, she took a shot at Tracer. S