I remember the first night I met her. A lot of people talk about their first meeting with their partners as magical, somehow beyond the scope of human understanding. Mine actually was. You might be thinking I’m just blowing smoke but just give me a minute. You’ll understand after I explain it.
It was a balmy summer night and I was walking home from work. I had gotten stuck with the late shift again and wanted nothing more than to get home, wash the bar stench away, and collapse into

Zookeepers 2: Eclectic Voraloo
 
The continuing tales of the girls who work at the zoo. A zoo that has decided to feed its female employees to its animals (why? 'cause it's cheaper, silly). A sequel to both Zookeepers and Hanna Goes to the Zoo (both of which were based, in part, on the vore comic "A Tight Fit", aka Jimmy the Giant Frog, by PD), but it can also probably work as a stand alone story. Read them all in any order you wish, though the build up of tension and stakes migh

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, leads me to my big announcement: in light of the success of the Southwest Regeneration Project, we will be taking the initiative national!”
The room exploded with questions and Cindy fought down a grin. The press had been all over her in the last few months, so it was nice to take the fight to them. All the press conferences she’d done, all the hearings in front of the council, all of it was worth it. After a little over a year, and the rapid s

Lunch
with a Dragon Slayer
(A
POV Stuffing Story)
By
AidanFireGuy
Lunch
with Natsu was always the best. 
You
two would always find a nice spot in the hills surrounding Magnolia,
just the two of you together, and you’d both always share a bit of
bonding in between all the food.  And you always enjoyed
whatever alone time you could get with the boy. After all, he wasn’t
just a great boyfriend, but a great friend in general. Sure, he was
a complete goofball, but he had a big heart

Rachel Roy exhaled a sigh of relief as she pushed shut her front door behind her, and took off her thick winter jacket and shoes. The inside of her flat was pleasantly warm, and it felt all the more pleasant with the thought of a day’s work behind her, and an evening ahead to relax. She padded into the front room in her warm tights, switching on the bright, sunny-yellow lights and closing the curtains to dispel the early winter darkness. Slouching comfortably on her sofa, she picked up her

Friendly
Competition
Angelina, the
obese hippo girl, waddles through the halls with an uncaringly slow
gait. People speed walking left and right, trying to get to their
classes before the first bell rings. She passes by her cow-girl
friend as she enters her class. Both of them give each other a
wordless wave before the fat bovine steps into her class. Angelina
continues on her way with a soft swing of the hips and faint jiggle
of her entire body as the hippo meanders her way through the hallway

Dangerous Daughters





Meredith sat in her car staring into space. The radio was playing but she wasn't listening to it. She was parked outside the local high school but did not interact with the other parents. All were waiting for their kids but none looked as depressed as her. The nearly 40-year-old woman was all skin and bone and appeared to be trembling at all times. She was dreading the fact she was picking up

Dogmeat’s Treat



F/MM, oral vore, anal vore, fart


It was a dark, cool night in the Commonwealth. The sky was clear and the moon shown down its white glow upon the lands, from the glowing sea to Sanctuary. All of the wasteland was basked in its gentle light. The sole survivor slept soundly on a dirty, stained mattress underneath the power pylon that the Abernathy farm was built around. The re

After a couple of warm-up drinks, during which they powered through the usual conversations that ponies have when they’ve not seen each other for a little while, the three of them left Shamrocks bar and headed down the corner. Cliffhanger was taking the lead, knowing the city better than either of his companions. He was also the better talker, which made him the undisputed nomination to be the one who had to talk to any bouncers. The big, grey coated pegasus stallion walked with a natural

    
Jinx didn’t really have a plan when she barreled into Sona’s private room, but then again, she rarely did. The Illustrious Maven of the Strings, visiting little ol’ Piltover? That was an opportunity for mayhem that a die-hard chaos enthusiast like Jinx just couldn’t pass up. The toughest part of her not-plan had been sneaking inside of the building she was staying in without destroying everything in the process, but against all odd

    
The trees around the small clearing shuddered and the raptors cowered in their dens as, once again, the two dragons charged in for another clash. Shyvana roared her challenge and flew forth, soaring majestically through the air, and her icy imitation did the same. Where the two dragons’ furious rushes met, a massive cloud of dust and steam erupted, and when the smog cleared, Shyvana and Ice Drake Shyvana stood, hands and gauntlets locked together in

    
The first students began to trickle into the classroom around fifteen minutes before the bell rang. Fiddlesticks strutted his way inside and plunked down into his seat, followed soon after by Malzahar and Ashe. For a time they sat in a sort of awkward silence, until around five minutes before the bell when the rest of the class began to finally flood into the room. Row after row of bored, tired-looking faces gradually filled the seats, until nearly every

The Visitor



“Welcome, friend!”

Sania

held her arms out wide, her heavy breasts swinging with the motion as the other woman stepped off the plane. The pilot flicked a cigarette out the window, watching on appreciatively as the two young women embraced, one pale in the South American sunlight, the other a rich sandy brown with a rich, warm smile to match. She h

The

white



death



(Hard vore)



A white shark stalked the continental shelf at a spot where the ocean’s floor suddenly dropped off pretty steeply from little over thirty to way over a hundred metres. It was ideal hunting territory, creating a shadowy slope where he could wait i

The Return



He had no idea who she was, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind.



She just kept thinking back on how yummy he had been, when she thought on him at all. It was like having an especially tasty snack cake in your

cabinet.

It’s not exactly high on your list of priorities, but it pops up ever

He
pressed his hand against the cool glass of the jar. He couldn't see a
clock from where she'd set it when she left, but judging by the angle
of the sun as it cast its rays on the floor, it was late afternoon.
She'd be home soon.
He
stood up straight and buzzed his wings a little. He could usually
tell how his night was going to go pretty quickly. Heck, the sound of
the key in the door was usually good enough to let him know if it was
going to be rough. But it always helped to have a positive a

Not much light penetrates the thick jungle canopy. What light does get through usually shines on the greens and browns of the trees, plants and ground. The only splashes of color come from the occasional flower or animal, most of which were hidden away at this early hour but would soon come out to greet the dawn.
One such thing was Thikanta, a lamia that was currently sleeping up in one of the trees. Her human upper body lay on part of her long snake-like tail, most of which was coiled around th

Canterlot

at night was a unique place. While other cities were bigger or had stronger economies, the nation’s capital was the oldest land-based city in Equestria, and had the richest history. While bureaucrats and diplomats did their business with the stiffness of an iron rod, the city’s night culture had over a thousand years to develop into a mysterious and enthralling hodgepodge of institutions for ponies to wallow in their own degeneracy once for

In the late evening, a couple were enjoying a pleasant night in, cuddling closely on their rather large bed. One was a human woman, Sarah, slender and petite, her hair a long chocolatey brown that framed her face.
 
The other, a much larger woman, Teylai, a blue tigress, thick and rotund, having a plump figure and an obese belly, which her girlfriend spent most of her time resting on, and in.
 
Tonight was no different as Sarah laid upon the warm soft mass of fur and fat, massaging

Vorefiguration
-
 
Oh you've heard the sad, sad tale of Lily and her crazed, obsessive paramour. you may not have, one can never assume about such things after all. But let us turn our eyes away from the Lust and gluttony held by one as ageless and undying as an old vampire, and away from the misfortune and suffering of a naive girl who sees too much kindness in the world. Instead lets look into a sort off a tale branching off into the world. No let me tell you a story about an angry girl

Rumors have spread that an ancient treasure lies in the mountain west of Braedwarde. Many adventurers have gone and searched for it, but none who have returned have been successful. However, one day, in thanks for a good deed, a map was given to a mage gir

l. The man who gave it to her was no longer able to make the trek, so he had been searching for someone deserving of the treasure. With the promise of great riches, the mage returned to her group to prepare for

It had been quite a lovely evening for Xyria, her mistress, and her boyfriend.
 
 
When the dragon first introduced her boyfriend to Miranda, she knew exactly how it would end. And yet, the ravenous hunger and lust of her mistress continued to surprise her. After a lovely and filling dinner, the three of them retired to home, all of them knowing that some fun was about to transpire…
 
 
The busty dragon girl knew that her mistress’s belly would not be satisfied by wh

Tizoc throws the blankets from his body as he was rudely awakened by the sun beating down from the window that he had forgotten to close the blinds to and onto his face. He yawns, and rubs his eyes, taking a second to wake up a bit more before walking to his bathroom to take a shower. Of course his mother had always told him that he didn't need to take a shower every day or his fur would fall out, but he had always felt dirty if he didn’t so he did it anyway. In the shower his thoughts wan

It was a Tuesday summer morning at the Yukimura house. Our twin heroes Shiro and Suzumi were lazing the day away on the couch playing games. Meanwhile, the doorbell rings.
 
 
“Hey, bro, get the door.” Suzumi says.
 
 
“I’m pretty sure it was your turn, sis.” Shiro remarks.
 
 
As they bickered with each other, Mihara, their mother, walked out from the kitchen and opened the door. “Yes?”
 
 
“Good morning, ma’am.” A woman who see