Kairr placed a hand over his exposed midriff as his stomach complained, quietly, but still audibly. The skinny bunny was tall even for a Viera, as slim as he was long, the wiry muscle common in his species notwithstanding. The Gold Saucer was an expensive place to eat, but he always came away more than satisfied. It was a rare treat, but this time, he'd been spurred on by a friend's near breathless encouragement. Apparently, since he'd last been there, they'd replaced their entire staff, and the

JAKE MAKES IT BIG




The double doors buckled and heaved as Jake dug his hooves into the ground, grumbling and grunting as he cracked through the tile and dented the concrete below, a half dozen employees pressed up him from behind, applying as much force as possible to his thighs and ass to push the oversized cow free.




With a mighty heave, the stuck bovine

“Kesh? Kesh! You

are

Kesh!”




The croc looked up from his drink…and up, and further up, cranking his eyebrows. He knew this kink night took place in a spacious warehouse for convenience in many ways, but he’d never seen someone quite

this

big. The quadrupedal dragon ma

Vishka shut her eyes, taking deep breaths, preparing herself for what was to come. This might’ve been her most ridiculous idea yet, but once it had planted itself, she knew there was no getting around it, consequences be damned.




She adored Mia more than she could ever put into words, but since her cloning experiments had taken off, she’d had a constant seed of worry in her mind that she wasn’t living up to

The ground shook as the slow-descending ramp of the small trade skiff connected with it, its slinky occupant taking a few steps forward, squinting in the bright midday sun towards the horizon and frowning.




“You said he’d be here,” muttered the other occupant of the craft behind him, tone irritated and coarse. The slim ferret had only joined the crew a few days ago, and had yet to meet the individual in ques

Lor tensed up at the sound of heavy footsteps and snuffling around the front of his tent, one that had become very familiar over the past few weeks. It wasn’t something wild or an unknown danger, though; it was one of his own Pokemon.




The circumstances of how it started accompanying him were bizarre enough; he’d had the League standard of six Pokemon for quite a while and preferred it that way, having a small but

Lor stirred awake with a bleary little groan, blinking a couple of times and letting out a king-sized yawn.

Man, I can’t remember the last time I slept that long…



He stretched, then paused when he noticed a strange pressure against his wrists, pulling one arm up as far as it’d go, finding it suddenly jerking to a halt. Was he…tied up?! He peered over at one arm, then the other,

Abandoned villages and towns were not uncommon in that age, really. Razed to the ground by a raiding party, an invading army or perhaps even a dragon, lost to sickness or plague or forever tainted by some greater, deeper evil. They stood silent and harmless, disturbed only by adventurers passing through their ghostly streets or scavengers seeking to repurpose the last of their resources.




There was one, however, that was diff

Daichi squinted and shaded his eyes as the sun slid out from behind the only cloud in the sky, the midday summer heat quickly becoming stronger as the brief shade subsided. He wiped his forehead as sweat began to bead on it, looking back towards the town he’d recently departed. He didn’t mind the weird stares he got there so much; as an eight foot tall oni, he’d draw enough attention as is, but his generously chubby weight and a reputation for letting his appetite get away from

He couldn’t say “no”, obviously. This wasn’t the kind of organization where that was an option, but every muscle in his body must have tensed in a way that practically screamed it.




“Come on, Bryn, he’s not that scary. He’s got more of a temper than most, but you know how to stay on his good side.”




A bit of

Zero was miserable.




Sure, he was never exactly a ray of sunshine and not exactly jovial in nature, his usual mood swung somewhere between bellicose and bullishly cheerful, with outright despair rarely on the table. But this frustration, unresolveable by fury or self-indulgence, was an unfamiliar feeling, and one he thoroughly detested, but was forced to live with nonetheless; he’d been put on a diet.

“Please state your name for our records.”




The large dog-like creature squinted up at the bright lights that had suddenly been turned on, then looked down, scanning the room.




“L- is that the mic? Over there? Should I-”




“You are audible. Your name, please?

“‘Sup?”




Vic’s ears peaked, a disused part of the language centers in his brain stirring to life for the first time in a long time. It was Typhon, even if it took him a moment to recognize it. The person speaking it was far easier recognized, though. Vic might’ve been big for a male typhon, but she was big for a female typhon, which were two different leagues entirely. She had at least eight inch