Rikas Wurst Modeling Job
By misterebony
For drakira
 
 
"You gotta be kidding me! When will you get I don't want to be a stupid model?"
 
Renamon shook her head as she listened to another argument between mother and daughter. As much as she liked her tamer, Rika could be a real handful at times. Worst part was she was naturally pretty girl, but her own stubbornness and short temper made it hard to show. About the only ones who hung out with her were the other tamer

Gatomon’s Human Treat
Warning: This story contains human prey, willing prey, cooking, preparation, temporary fatal, foot fetish, pregnant predator, reformation, and hard vore if any of this offends you please don’t read.
It was a late Saturday afternoon, a white cat whose tail was twice as long as her body was fighting at her own instincts. She wanted to try human meat. She knew she shouldn’t have to want this. Surely no other Digimon wanted to eat their human partner. The

Weathering the Storm
 
 
 
 
On a spit of rock five miles from shore sits a large weathered lighthouse named Cape False Storm. It had served as a vital beacon to guide ships away from the deadly underwater ridge and into the safe harbour of Green Bay. Renamon had been stationed there for the last few months to ensure it remained active between the twice-yearly visits from the coastguard. A visit that isn’t due any time soon.
 
This morning, he stayed lying in

Digigirl
Battle Game
Round 1;
Part 1 Mimi vs. Sora
Warning
this mulitpart story contains kidnapping, cooking, prepping, foot
feetish, rape and Hard Vore, if any of this offends you look away. A
brand new enemy has captured all of the girls in Digimon. He forces
the girls and their Digimon to face each other in a battle to the
death. The Winner moves onto the next round. The loser is raped,
cooked and eaten
Eight girls
and eight monsters were all gathered in a room. All sixteen captives
wer

arkynfox (7:11:39 PM): *Kari reclines on her bed early in the evening, utterly bored as she stares at the notebook on her lap, the house empty except for her tonight* ... I hate math. You'd think one of the saviors of the digital world wouldn't have to deal with geometry!

omegacell5 (7:13:01 PM): ::the fumbling orange lizard groaned as his tip toeing reptile claws scraped against the tree bark of the dark brown tree the scrawny reptile tried to climb. The night reflected brightly in the beasts