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“

*Cough, cough* Damn, Elsa, we can’t get the room much stinkier, you can cool it with

your blasts!” Anna said, her eyes glued to her sister’s upturned rump

, which had just let loose

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"You better hurry up! I don't want to miss them!" Rachel, a tall pink haired woman called out to her wife in the bathroom of their hotel room.
 
 
"I'm trying! I don't know why you're in such a rush when you're not going to be the one eating them!" Responded Abigail. Even though she was a pred, she was the sub in their relationship. The short haired brunette was mostly into her swimsuit. All that was left was the…
 
 
"Is the thong REALLY requi

Snacking on the TrainMale/multiple FAnthroCasual voreBrian loosened his tie as he stood on the platform, waiting for the train to arrive. He was a large black wolf, graying from age. It had been a long day at work and he was exhausted. Thinking about it too, he was starving - he didn’t have time to take a lunch break today. As if on queue, a small bunny girl entered his view and stood to his side, texting on her phone with a bored expression. She was a pale golden yellow and much smaller tha

Rita’s Day at the Pizzaplex



Written by Gassythecat




In the Pizzaplex, Rita the Mouse was enjoying her lunch of Pizza when she met one of the animatronics, Roxy Wolf. Rita was instantly attracted to Roxy, and the two began to chat. Unbeknownst to Rita, Roxy had a darker side and was actually quite hungry.

Expulsion
By hunnter
(Content warning: Fatal oral vore, graphic digestion, implied disposal)
It was a normal Friday afternoon in late spring as Jessica packed her books into her backpack and closed her locker. The last bell of the day had rung and she was ready for the weekend.
Jessica was an attractive girl, with long flowing blonde hair and an hourglass figure that guys found irresistible. At 18 years old she was in her final year of high school and a mere one month away from graduating and he

Mina sighed as she walked out of the small store. Her breath formed a cloud in the cooling evening air as she was exposed to the cold city air. She reached into her bag, and pulled out one of the two things she bought. A pack of large cigars. Now, she knew what little money she had would be better spent on essentials, but to Mina, this was essential to her. She never felt complete without it. Was it addictive? Sure. But as a girl living on the streets, a cigar addiction was the least of her w

    
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But does it have to be a shoot?”





    

“Look, Smith, you can either do the shoot or not get paid. They asked for you specifically.”






    
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