Jo’s Special Valentine’s Day





It was another rainy day on the mountain and in the middle of the thick forest that covered that natural area there were two big and solitary houses, one in front of the other. The only difference between them was that one was empty, two of its three inhabitants were traveling for work, while the other one in that moment was a guest of her neighbor.

 Rana placed her webbed hand on her rumbling middle and glanced around the bar. From her booth, she could see every possible prey in the space. In the corner, a mouse humanoid was chatting with a Snake woman at the bar. She was sure they were discussing dinner plans. Besides, given how loud her gut was grumbling, she needed something far more substantial than a four-foot mouse girl to stretch her gut enough. She moved her gaze to the other side of the room, and they halted on a human m

 Chest heaving, Greg weaved between the oncoming trees, zigzagging in a broad pattern, desperate to lose his pursuer. He stomped in a stagnant puddle soaking his socks, but he was too terrified to notice.  Left, right, left, straight, his mind raced along with his body, trying to conceive a path to shake his tail. He dared not look behind him lest he risked falling. Unfortunately, this happened regardless. As he swerved to dodge a tree, Greg placed his foot on a baseball-sized rock.&nb

"Oh fuck... keep moving like that, it feels-AH! F-feels amazing... holy shit, what are you even doing in there?"
Schllllurp...
Morgan let a soft, sensual gasp escape her lips as her latest prey - an unassuming blonde girl named Sam - slipped deeper and deeper into her salivating pussy. With every squeeze of Morgan's thick thighs, every twitch of her abdominal muscles, the poor blonde was dragged in further, inch by inch... she whined indignantly as her breasts popped into the raven-haired predat

I looked at my report card and tossed it onto the table cussing a bit under my breath. I wasn't going to pass. Now normally I could live with that. It was my own stupid fault for not studying hard enough after all but what pissed me was that I was going to fail by the narrowest of margins. A tenth of a grade higher and I would have passed biology and I would be out of this flophouse they called a school. But there was still hope! I recalled a pamphlet Miss Butts had put up outside her classroom