The Promise





“But… Will, I ever see you again?”




Akio Tanaka was eight years old and the girl who was his best friend was leaving him. She was an unusual little girl- though she dressed as cutely as any other, she was darker-skinned, with golden eyes and two little horns on top of her head. She was a teensy bit taller than him,

By Any Means
Hood never really found it strange the Eugen wanted to spend time with her. The pair of them had their little appointments from time to time in all sorts of places- the heavy cruiser was an intermediary between herself and Bismarck, the latter of whom was away for some time in her own country due to pressing matters.
During this time, Prinz Eugen had been keeping close to Hood, and Hood had found a strange appreciating for the cruiser’s attentions.
Especially since Hood was ex

Physical Therapy
Mike’s social circle became much larger after meeting Velika. First in bits and pieces, but soon enough, the wolf was taking the young tiger-man all sorts of places he’d never have thought to try going himself. It helped that the muscular wolf was there to introduce him to all of these folks, and he was always good to spend time with her. All sorts of time, in fact, as their first meeting had set the tone for how they got on.
Still, she was insistent on getting him

Big League Rules
Frederick had gone to Carlie’s practice for the first time, and although he did finish his homework, he didn’t actually remember doing a single problem of it because of everything else that was occupying his mind and vision and other things. The team practice was full of huge, energetic, bouncy girls all working their hardest and making the noises of working hard, but in all that he was always able to pick out Maja’s long, semi-wild blonde hair. As huge as the

Big League Sis
Frederick sighed. He didn’t really mind waiting for his sister, as it gave him plenty of time to work on his homework- he could usually get it done before it was even time to head home. It was also good for him to have some alone time when he had a rough day at high school, which happened every so often because, to be frank, he wasn’t mister all-star.
Not that he was bad looking by any stretch, but he had topped off at just under five and a half feet, and that, plus

The Hero’s Trail
Ylira was huge and loved it. The brown and gold, dark-skinned lamia just adored being herself. She was over a hundred feet long, for one, and just so big- from her vast hips up, she had just a huge, beautiful belly, unspeakably tremendous breasts in a gold and black top, lovely long dark hair and golden eyes. The forest creature was happy to just eat whatever caught her fancy to gulp down, and she had lived that way for… Well, who knows how long, really. She didn&r

A Grand Inheritance
Ralan received the news- his father was dead, so it was time for all the sons to come home and see to the estate. His father was a powerful lord within his country, but he hadn’t been home in some time- he had been sent away when he was 15 to study abroad for years- officially because even as the youngest, he was expected to be taught by the finest minds.
Unofficially, it was because he was the freak of the family.
Now, this had nothing to do with the fact that he did

The Hero’s Keeper
Leverom was a dragon. A great, huge, blue one that had lived for many years and matured in almost none of them. Massive and mighty, broad and strong, no less than sixty feet long, to be sure, and had appetites for anything which dragons were hungry for, perhaps treasure more than anything else.
The temple of the unnamed hero was known for its many visitors, many offerings, and, furthermore, its many treasures, which is why it was no surprise that it attracted the attenti

Retirement
Hirtha didn’t know why she had been summoned back to her clan’s village, but she didn’t mind leaving the hunting camp to go back. The big feline has something to show from her time out in the wilderness- a second set of markings on her large belly, this time marking the profile of one of the lake hydras- an angry brute of a thing which had moved into the area and been a menace to fishing while demanding tribute. For all its pride and fury, the creature that believed

Wedding Feast.
Third son was a polite term. A better word would be “surplus”.
There was the heir, and the spare, and then there was Johnathan, third prince of the kingdom of Thrandia, someone to play backup when the king or either of his older brothers found something to be useful for the family to attend, but not so important that any of them had to do it. However, rather recently, they found another way for him to be useful, seeing as he was quite marriageable, having come to tha

Show and a Dinner
It was always useful to have friends that made more money than you did.
In the case of Mike, being an intern didn't leave him much room to go out and see the good stuff in town, but Velika was able to make up the difference when showing him around. In this case, she took him to a particular establishment to see a dancer called Emerald. She was a creature known, based on the region, as a lamia or naga, but she was both lovely and skilled, with her long, thick tail, overhwelming

A Very Good Morning
Mike never knew that waking up could be so hard, and he knew that because he was in an unfamiliar room in a strange bed, there was some time between last night and right now that he couldn’t account for. He reached for his phone, which should be inside of his pants- and it probably still was, only his pants were elsewhere on the floor somewhere. He was able to fumble around on the night table to find his rectangular glasses, and put them on- and then decided to make su

Challenge From the Sea
It was not enough for the island’s goddess to simply have a priestess, because the island was surrounded by the sea and its creatures. And because their goddess of plenty wanted her people to have a capable protector, every fifty years the priestess of the islander elves chose to stay in that position meant they would have to undergo a test- they had to face a challenge from the sea, or be claimed by the ocean through its representative.
Elatholia had always prepare

Varinoa made her way up the long road, trotting away on her four hooves. She was a centaur, and quite a plentiful one at that. She was an herbalist who did much of her collecting in the deep wilderness, and one of the things she was told was that one of the best ways to ensure that one always had food for long trips into the unknown was to already be carrying it on her body. It was for this reason her chestnut-brown horse body was heavily fattened both outwards and downwards, her lower belly off

Muscled Out
Tharian groaned and grunted as he lay comfortably on the soft cushions in the room. His hips twitched as he was being worked on, his swollen shaft getting the relief he was denied on the road, all dozen feet of his hard length being thoroughly serviced by the thoroughly capable. His breaths became hard and heavy, moving his own heavy haunches- not a huge amount, but just enough to make him feel like he was contributing to the whole affair. He closed his eyes and gave a great grunt,

Shrine Made
Miharu had managed to find herself a slow day. It was we welcome release, as the ends of seasons tended to bring all sorts of trouble to her doorstep, or to the doorsteps of others, and it was trouble she was not at all able to avoid. After all, it was her job to deal with the rowdiness of creatures beyond the realm of men. Granted, she tended to attract such creatures even when she wasn’t off trying to solve other people’s problems, but that was mainly due to Miharu bei

The Dragonhost
“Well, can’t say there’s anything wrong with her, really.”
The village elder looked at the healer in concern. “We all saw it- that scale just pierced her body, and now it’s lodged somewhere in there, and you’re saying she’s all right when it could be tearing her up inside?”
He shook his head, and closed his bag. “It’s as strange to me as it is to you- but she has no signs of being cursed, and she moves around wit

Armageddon is bad for business
The town of Sarmas was in largely good spirits on that spring morning. It was a comfortable place, sitting at the crossing of many roads, and so everything flowed through it at one point of another- people, money, and all manner of things. And it had good reason to be in good cheer- after all, a dragon was coming to town.
It may seem odd that this was a cause for anticipation rather than apprehension, but all dragons have their own way about things, as any other

A Matter of Honor
It had been a long time since Ceronia had been home. She had only left the mountains in order to see what other food the world had to offer, but instead she found herself in many unwanted adventures that she had solved anyway, because such things had a habit of getting in the way of her wandering. However, she had it in her head to visit her home village, hoping, at least that it would be quiet- or would have the kinds of regular trouble she was more used to, rather than demon

A Royal Outing
The princess had been left in charge.
This was actually less of a problem than one might expect, because the princess was a formidable sort of young woman, who clung fiercely to her position as the crown princess of the realm. She was once evicted from it by a wicked cousin, but the true princess climbed her way back from despair with the aid of a friendly, fat dragoness, marched back into the throne room, took her crown back, and devoured the pretender to her position.
This migh

The Unchosen One
"Well, I'm sure glad that we took care of Death God Zaligos!" Said the blue-haired hero swordsman.
It was a good thing, too, to destroy something that was planning to plunge the world into blood and madness, and they had finally gotten back home to Verenos castle, where the celebration was quite under way. All of the party that the hero had gathered were there, and as they had just completed the most important adventure of their lives, talk of the future had started to come up.

The Small Stranger
Triana had actually woken up at a time before noon, and was delighted- she took it as evidence that some of her old vitality was returning to her. She also considered that everything she had been doing with her last great work was acting as an animating force that was keeping her going, and that even if she was pushing the limits of what her lifespan had to offer, she could probably hold on long enough to finish everything she needed to before the end. However, there were als

The Problems of being Hyper-Winter.
Velian hated winter.
Not because she wasn’t a fan of the holidays, oh no. Hot chocolate and presents and stuffed turkeys and pumpkin pie and good friends- she even was all right with the ugly sweaters, because no one made any that could fit her, personally. No, her problem was with the unwanted guests. And not in the embarrassing family way. She had to make sure all of her windows and doors were locked up tight, otherwise things happened.
It wasn&rsqu

The Empress’s Court
There was a distant cave, far from civilization but not too far for the determined, where a dragon lived. It was carved out of the rock, which was forced to yield to its mistress, who had enough power over the world to make the mountain yield as she pleased it.
However, it was not a place of great riches, for the mistress of the cave found certain things more valuable than gold or gems, and she knew the lay of the mountain well enough that she could shape her home int

Let’s Make A Deal
The duke was not pleased. His men had proven entirely incapable of protecting his property, and his only hope was the fact that a monster hunter had shown up on his doorstep precisely when he needed someone to intervene. The problem with that, however, is that the prospective hire wasn’t as invested in the situation as he would like her to be, but he should’ve expected such a thing. After all, she was a dragon, and that kind of help commanded a high price.
I

Turn on a Rime
When one usually thinks of an island people, it’s usually in the way of palm trees, bright sunshine, and revealing everything. This tends to ignore the fact that islands tend not to discriminate where they pop up, so it’s only natural that some islands would be on the colder side. This, of course does not keep dragons from living in such places.
Jornua was well-made to live in such a place, both in configuration and temperament. She was a hefty, fluffy thing, her nor

21 days
The birthday party had gone well for Sorashta- she was nice and mobile as she was used to by the time it rolled around, and even better, that had seemed to be the end of her town being a magnet for the strange. She would regret thinking that at some later point, because there was soon a great, dull thud that caused whit felt like a brief but real earthquake. Sorashta didn’t mind being woken up by most things- like people for example, but this was just out of order. And then there

Her Last Breath
Faranax was always generous, and considering that she was a thousand feet of fantastically busty, incredibly fat, soft red anthro dragoness, she had a great deal to be generous with. She was asked to be particularly generous in a very particular way. She got down on all fours, straddling the empty river bed on either side with her powerful arms and legs, and willed her body to give up its bounty. Great torrents of milk were unleashed, filling up the channel and travelling down th

The deep woods were no place for most things, especially not a dragon down on their luck. But for some, there was truly no other place left to go.
This was very much the case for Kathrun, a turquoise creature who was forced to scratch out a living in the great depths. A mere 15 feet long, all told, the lean creature that seemed built more for scurrying than conquering scrambled among the vast roots of trees older than dragonkind itself. Food was hard to come by, especially as there were larger,

Bulk Discount
“Look ma, a dragon!”
Sorashta was actually used to pronouncements like this by now- after all, she didn’t spend all of her time as a shut-in at her (now-repaired) house, and so the nine-foot tall and change blue anthro was used to humans or similar creatures seeing her for the first time, especially the little ones. She didn’t really mind, though- the humans saw her as much as a part of the neighborhood as the yellow school bus or the ice cream truck.
Toda

Hit For Six
Sorashta did actually like her quiet life. Yes, she was an anthro dragoness, about nine feet tall, but she did prefer the more civilized life out in the suburbs, where she was free of all the expectations of a more rural dragon. She was free to eat and grow, and associate with whoever she pleased, and to be honest, her particular brand of size made that easy. The big blue was a heavy lady, with long, white hair and the expected wings, and golden eyes to boot, but she had all the siz

Grand Finale
The stage was where Silussa was in her element. Her audience didn’t know her as Silussa- not most of them, anyway- but they loved her all the same, as there was just so much naga that moved so fluidly. Every movement of her body, from her sliding tail to even each jiggle of her preposterous bust, was planned and executed by the woman. She excited, enthralled, and devoured, as well, as that artifice of danger was as much a draw as any other part of her. And tonight was no exce

Queen For a Day
In a tall, dark fortess overseeing great, red plains, Herania was elated- She had won.
The overlady had finally managed to crush the last resistance to her domination of the whole world. With her combinations of monstrous minions, deadly armies, and invincible magic, everything was hers to command, and there was not once force left in all the world that could ever muster the strength to even think of challenging her ever again. She had destroyed the landmarks, and the tradition

GIFT OF
THE GODDESS
It was the perfect plan. It
took months of looking over old sea charts to find the island, but
once they had only the smallest inkling of where it was, it had been
easy enough to find. An island left alone with its original
inhabitants for some time, full of elven islanders who had lived far
away from the deep forests for some time, with their own traditions,
own gods, and own unique treasures. It was the lattermost of which
that were of the most interest to the trio that ha

Choking
in the Clutch
Alice Graham had it
all. She was young, she was fit, and got every head to turn when she
was around. This was good news for her, because this near-perfect
dark-haired, busty beauty found that the attention she got was a big
help when she wanted to indulge in anything that she wanted. All she
had to do was take a walk around the college she went to and she
could get pretty much anyone to do anything for her, even if it
seemed odd at the time. Of course, with some of her part

Head
Start
The sign by
the little beachside shack read "The Fried Pool" with a
handwritten sign tacked underneath to announce "2-on-2 Finals
Tonight!!!" Tiki torches blazed with the sweet tang of
citronella, illuminating a stretch of lovely white sand dappled with
the impacts of volleyballs and bare feet. One set of womanly prints
in particular stood out; they were over sixteen inches from heel to
toeprints and the sand beneath them was packed solid from weight.
Two
driftwood

Warm like the Sun,
Strong like the Sea
Hildegarde was going to have to get
used to fitting in, and in seasons like this, the best way to get a
good start was at the beach. So she had figured anyway. Summer was
already a bit foreign to her, as well as the general gist of beach.
Where she was from, there was certainly plenty of shoreline, but not
much that could really be associated with the energetic joy of a
proper beach. Still, if she was going to be making an extended stay,
she figured she’d

Homecoming
It had been a while since Silussa
had returned home, and she was a different sort of person than when
she left. Leaving home had done her health good. When she had gone,
she was something of a scrawny thing, but now the baggy green
sweatshirts she favored were baggy no more, her clothes always filled
to capacity with the massive, bulging globes of her breasts, which
themselves were usually filled to capacity with what they were meant
for, and the rest of the snake-woman’s human por

Hero
of the Beach
There was no
better summer day to go to the beach. The sun was high, the air was
dry, and there were no coastal storms even remotely on the horizon,
and anyone who might’ve been interested in calling up one of those
was off on other business. Melissa and her new boyfriend, Derek,
were exactly the kind of people who went to the beach to be seen at
the beach, and looked the part as well, both being of the toned,
athletic sort. Both had recently moved to this seaside town, so t

The Tracker


Last night was pleasure. Today was business.


That was among the package thoughts that came to Tavallia as she woke up to the morning light that streamed through the open window. She remembered that she had left the shutters to her room open, as the night air had never done her anything but good. Still, she got up and stretched, which was always something of a sight. She was entirely uncovered, save for the thick, white cloth wrapped around her forehead, though her crayon-box

Kelixia, the unaging Swarm Queen of the Kelixians, smiled. Not just because she was comfortable, as her throne was more of a couch designed to bear her huge form. The queen was not a terrible, incomprehensible horror, but a creature of understandable wants and needs.


Her appearance wasn't even especially mindbending, considering. She might even be called a beauty by some fringe human standards. She even had the humanoid form, a rather serviceable one for intelligent, tool-using creatures. He

Thick with thieves


Katie squirmed slightly with nervousness as Julie and Marin picked the lock to the barely one-story house. Not many places pushed that boundary, and the occupant that would inhabit such a space would be at least a little out of the ordinary. All of them were on the buxom side, but Julie and Marin were more athletically built, well-suited to do what they did best; thieving. All three were also dressed in completely black, but also slippers, so as not to make too much noise