Lena
sighed, it was lookin' to be another one of those kind of seasons.
Life on the farm was simple. Lena, along with her many children,
lived and tended to the crops. Their specialties include taffy and
cheese, along with other typical crops, such as corn and wheat.
Unfortunately, when the times were rough, they were real
rough.
They were already in the red as far as profit went. Supper time was
almost here, and she knew what she had to do. Before calling the kids
in to eat, she took a stroll t

“Hello everyone! I am… King Richard
III! I hail from the land of… Albany! And I am here to join your
alliance and perform great acts of an unexpected nature with you all!
I hope we have a most pleasurable time.” The rest of the group
clapped to Richard’s introduction. They were in an improv group,
where he had decided to introduce himself as if he was a king. He
joined the class because the concept of spontaneously acting out
situations was interesting to him.
The head of the group sai

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

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

The
Griffin's and the Tubb's had got together to have a girl's night at
The Griffin’s house. Lois thought this might be a nice way to help
Meg get out of her being ugly phase. The doorbell rang and Lois made
Meg answer it while she poured some glasses of wine on the table.
When Meg opened the door she saw Roberta and Donna, both carrying a
big bottle of brown liquor. “Hello Meg! We brought these to help
Girl's night get started right, can we come in?” Donna asked
jumping with excitement a

“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