Ever
since I was little I have been fascinated with the idea of being
eaten alive. I would roll up in a sheet and pretend it was a venus
flytrap or dangle precariously from the side of the couch and pretend
that there was a sarlacc pit on the floor. Whenever there were scenes
in TV shows or movies where the characters were swallowed alive, it
made me blush and feel slightly uncomfortable. I didn't know why but
I feared someone would notice and ask me about it, so sometimes I'd
try to focus on so

Typical Snake Vore - Bad day at the zoo � Berserker B

(The main character is Anthro and the snake is not)


He pushed open the door to the holding area and stepped inside. He looked around at the remarkably big pen, and was astonished at how much decoration was used to create that natural feeling. He leaned through the door and picked up his broom, mop, and bucket of soapy water. He began his job of cleaning the pen. There was a plaque near the door on the other side. It read, “Warnin

Four Fairies and the Frog � Berserker B

(Note: I did not give the main characters too much description, so imagine them in any way you want.)


There once were four fairy siblings, who came from the house of Silverwing. They set out to collect mana-dew, a precious resource, for their village. The eldest child's name was Cailean, and he was the fastest flyer in the village. The second oldest was Bridget, and she was a hearty woman. The third sibling was Conan, and his head was full of knowle

A Tasty Squirrel + A Hungry Fox = An Unhappy Squirrel
by
Izzy Koji
-_-_-_-_-
In what could be considered an attempt to symbolically represent the day in summation, a quiet moan of bliss found its way from her lungs to the audible range of hearing.
"Mmmmmmmmmm."
Her eyes had long since closed, allowing her to more fully luxuriate in the aura and sensations that flooded her senses and awareness. Deep inside her mind, she knew that this was the best part and she made sure to do everything she could

"...The repressed
memories that I had for so long kept secret from even myself began to
bubble forth as I addressed the vile feline I used to consider my
friend. Every memory of things I should have said but chose not to
out of courtesy or kindness or compassion that I had never received
myself but still insisted on giving to others flowed from my soul as
if the raging river of hatred that raged inside of me had finally
come to a boil and could no longer be contained by the skin of my
body.

Now, there was no shortage
of creatures that had rodents on their list of edible species. Come
to think of it, virtually every single species on the planet are able
to consume (and enjoy consuming) rodents. The only animals that
didn't have rodents on their menu were...well, no actually...even
rodents themselves sometimes dined on rodents. The order rodentia is
one of the most diverse and varied groupings of creatures that
exists, a nice bonus given the fact just presented - all it meant was
tha

Isaac
Shadetail:
The
squirrelly chittered restlessly as he shifted in his little hiding
place. Species like his were adept at staying in the same place for a
prolonged period of time, but it had been...a /very/ prolonged period
of time. The was a prey equilibrium to it; extreme danger and risk
taking followed by a long period of hiding and stillness and overly
cautious, nearly paranoid silence. Almost as if to make up for the
amount of risk necessary for an earlier action, prey types tend to
spe

Willing
Prey: Right for You?
You
know how it goes. You feel that rumbling in your gut or maybe that
faint taste on your tongue and you know you want a nice, live meal to
fill you up tonight. But the idea of stalking someone, waiting for
the right moment when they’re alone, making sure no one’s going
to interrupt your dinner, and so on just seems like such a hassle.
That’s when you start to think, “That bar down the street always
has a few of those willing prey types. Why not just go ther

So You Wanna Be
Prey.
Maybe it's something
you're trying to figure out, and maybe it's something you've already
admitted to yourself and come to terms with. But either way, the
signs have been there a long time. The sight of a wide open maw when
some big predator yawns makes you tingle. You can't see a big, round
belly without wanting to rub it and wonder what it's like just on the
other side of that stretched dome. The sound of a rumbling stomach or
of someone's lips smacking when they enjoy a

"That's not how magic works!"
The woman in the office chair swiveled back to face Becca, rubbing at
her head, leaving a smudge of Pentel blue on her temple. She already
had some on her nose. At her desk in the cramped apartment, loose
papers covered in incoherent scribbles crowded each other, sharing
space with an oversized accounting calculator and a computer that had
a Warcraft wallpaper copied across all three screens. The woman
absent-mindedly tapped at the Clear-All button on her

One long day on the road
By Strega
Chapter 1: The raccoons and their pet
"Is there a problem, officer?"
        
The two raccoons in the convertible looked up at him inquisitively. They were well-dressed, each of the five-foot-tall tall humanoid procyonids wearing matching white shirts and shorts tailored to allow their tails out the back. Charcoal-gray sandals and fingerless driving gloves completed the outfits: they were a perfectly matched pair, only th

Mail-Order
Izzy Snack
(an RP log
between RandomtheFox and IzzyKoji)
randomfox12245:
Terra sighed wistfully as she lazed around her little home, trying to
waste time as she waited impatiently for her package to arrive. She
tried reading, watching a bit of TV (the shopping network had a
lovely deal on mouse sized muzzles) or doing some house work, but
every time she felt in the zone her belly growled hungrily and
reminded her. Even snacking on some lesser treats didn't stave away
the feeling. The

Despite what some may
assume looking at the situation from the outside, there was no
resentment. Such an assumption is an easy and understandable one to
make; surely, there had to be a nearly uncountable number of preys
that felt a great deal of anger and resentment both for the myriad of
species that saw them as mere disposable food on legs that served
only one purpose as well as the ostentatious way they flaunted their
superiority and perfect moral standing on utilizing sentient critters
as s

Isaac Shadetail: For everyone else, a
very simple thing was happening; something that has been coded by
evolution itself into our very DNA. For Izzy, it was a perfect
analogy for his current situation and, even though it wasn't visible
or detectable by physical means, he could feel it in his entire body.
Something was occurring throughout an entire side of the globe that
perfectly encapsulated everything that was scary and wrong and
horrible about his current surroundings. What was that simple t

[redacted]:
Prey Slums. These are neighborhoods nobody would really want to live
in. All the houses were worn down and didn't fully function. However,
these places were built for those that didn't have much of a choice
in the matter, the ones that would settle for just about anywhere
just so they would be able to keep what excuse of a life they had.
These places were built for prey. That's where the name came from.
Now, this wasn't meant to shelter the prey. In fact, it's supposed to
trick the p

Duplicity
By Izzy Koji
----
Though he was surrounded by the sounds of a rather busy city, Izzy's ears only exemplified certain noises around him, as if his senses were tuning out the things that were less important for survival. He could hear the snow crunching slightly as it was packed into the sidewalk every time his paws hit the ground. He could hear the sounds of various vehicles slowly accelerating and blaring their horns, some close, others further away. He caught occasional words from the

Cat-girl & Mouse-girl � Berserker B


A terrible crash enshrouded the house as a vase hit the floor.


“Damn you!” came a shout from the same room. From the door a small gray mouse girl zipped across the floor, followed quite quickly by an angry red furred cat girl. The cat girl chased after the little mouse with fiery rage in her eyes.


“You can't catch me!' the mouse girl snapped as she dodged a grab by the cat girl. The little mouse girl made a straight shot for h

Kari is a fairly normal girl, at least by appearance, of average height and naturally red hair. She's the type of normal that makes her immediately appealing as a friend, with a kind, cute, and undiscriminating face that suggests that no matter what you confessed to her, she wouldn't think any less of you. And she's not just a cute face; her personality is somewhat quiet, but kind. She is of above average intelligence, perhaps even somewhat nerdy, and feels quite at home when using a computer or