OUR FIRST MEETING


“Damn!” She thought, while she got out of her flat to get to the cafè in time. “First day of my job... and I'm already late. Oh, well”.

While she ran trough the streets of the town, she was still surprised that nobody found weird a Gardevoir running alone in a terrible rush like a normal person. Moreover, she just moved to that region, maybe the unique one where people and Pokèmon lived as equals. Being the only speaking Gardevoir in the Hoenn re

A young woman finds out her childhood best friend- a fox plushy named Fluffy- is actually a kitsune that has been watching over her her whole life, but will that trust now be used against her?


Fluffy



I pushed the stray hair out of my eyes and reached for the next box. Mom was right: there was a lot of our old stuff in here. Pictures from Ms Johnson's fourth grade class when we went on that field trip to the chicken farm and from my sleep over at… oh what was her name? Well at

V had become bored
while waiting for Lilly to return from her trip and took to affixing
a flower behind her ear to pass the time. This wasn’t exactly a
monumental task, but damn it if the Gardevoir wasn’t making it one.
She managed one flower easily enough- a fetching, red little thing
that contrasted her green hair rather well. But soon she tried two.
And then three. From there it spiraled hopelessly out of control as
she added flower after flower to her head until she had a veritable
bouqu

School Crush


Tuesday morning. 9 AM. It was the start of another school day. And what will be such a boring day for Marc.


He was 16 years old, and kind of a rejected student. But it wasn't because of his appearance. He was even a very handsome guy. The thing about him was that he was far too smart for the other students. He was always reading strange books which seemed to be actually encyclopaedias. So, instead of having friends with whom he could enjoy spending time with, he was there,

I have been dragged along to a college party, someone throught I should relax and have some fun. I'm now stuck at this college party, not really enjoying being there. I noticed a girl, or rather a dragoness, green scales and black hair. I can't tell her eyecolor because she always looks away whenever I catch her looking at me.
I smile and look over myself. my white fur, and vulpine body, dressed in an old green T-shirt and a pair of faded pants, my light blue hair hanging down behind me. I don'

I'm out in the backyard, leaned up against a tree, and asleep.
Or, I was until I'm suddenly soaked. I look up in the direction of the water and I see a bluefurred vixen smiling back at me, she's smiling widely.
She has blue fur, dark blue and a lighter blue down her belly, on her breasts and lower jaw. She's wearing a dark violet bikini. The bikini is soaked but her fur is surprisingly dry.
and looking out from behind her is what I would say is another fox. This one seems to be a bit shy. the

Luck of the Irish

By

Blank


F/F ub Willing prey/ unwilling pred rebirth(eggs)


Kate sat on her couch staring at her TV with her Dark Green eyes. The TV wasn't on, she was just staring at it wishing it was on. But it couldn't go on; none of her appliances could, her electricity had been cut off. Next week her water would get shut off. She had till the end of the month to come up with some rent money or it was on the street for her, and with no job it wasn't looking good. She

Krystal is sitting out in a tree and just looking out, enjoying the nice weather and the moment's peace she has right now.
But she knew her partner would be chasing her prey close by soon.
 
I'm out running, trying to keep Luca from getting on top on me again.
 
Luca the Lucario is out, really enjoying chasing em around, and leading me over towards Krystal.
 
I keep running forward, not realizing that Krystal has dropped down in front of me. I realize it when I run into her. I

Dsclaimer: This story contains inter-species sex and vore, only those over the age of 18 are permitted to read this.


Brawl to end them all: an Alternate Ending


Note: I make reference to a `Smash Device' in this story. This device is my explanation on how a character can be sliced in two and live. An invisible field surrounds every fighter, it registers when struck and applies an appropriate response to the victim, but during the time the attack travels though, it is phased out of this di

Rebirth

"Would you just drop it?"

Johnny had been growing tired of his mother's criticism, and it had been particularly getting to him on that day.

"I just think your natural hair is so handsome. I don't see why you have to dye it--and green? Come on, sweetie you look like a punk."

Trying to keep his palms from bleeding was all Johnny could do as he dug his fingernails into them in a tight fist. The pot was boiling, and it was bound to pop before too long.

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Incredible unbirth



The Incredibles are not mine but enjoy the story anyway

f/f unbirth


Helen opened the door with a smile, she was happy to see her friend. “Come on in Lisa, the coffee is almost ready. I noticed the cab you used is running late, your usually here by now.” The two women went into the house and began talking about old times. Lisa was Helen's oldest and closest friend and her original super partner. Lisa's powers weren't fantastic but she made due, she

Ty Lee knelt prone on the branch of a tall oaken tree in her tight fitting light red fire nation garb. She vaguely resembled a cat while hunting, her body and shoulders low, her eyes glared as she slowly brushed her chestnut coloured hair away from her eyes and her muscles tensed and ready to pounce.


It was dark out and a little chilly with a cool light breeze rustling through the woods. Alone in the cold dark knight was Ty Lee's prey, sitting down, hugging herself tightly next to a slow, dy

THUMP-thump-THUMP-thump-THUMP-thump-
The
steady rhythms of Joel’s feet hitting the wooden track and of his
heartbeat thudding in his ears were the only sounds in the gym so
late at night. He often came to the 24-hour facility in the predawn
hours of the morning to be as nearly certain as possible that he
could exercise alone. It wasn’t that he didn’t like crowds, but
something about the peace and quiet helped Joel push himself harder
than he otherwise would, and so he’d rearranged his sl

This story should not be read by anyone under the age of 18… or if you don't know what vore is.


The conversations between human and pok�mon can be either psychic communication or the instant understanding of the pok�mon's verbal language, you choose; this is written so that both will work.



“Magneton! Use spark now!”


“Magna!” Magneton slammed into Winona's Altaria with an electrical charge in midair, knocking it unconscious.


“Altaria!”

This takes place after Brock left Ash and Misty to stay with Prof. Elm (Think that was her name).
Once again, Ash had gotten them lost again on one of his `shortcuts' from Professor Elm's home. He had insisted on going through the woods saying that they would get to the blimps faster, so once again Misty had followed him. And they were lost.
She wasn't making it easy for him.
``If I had my bike, we could have simply rode down in time at all, and had no need for stupid `shoooortcuuts','' she said