“Come ooooooooonnnnnnnnn, why wontcha eat me?” said Charlie, the angel’s puppy dog eyes on full display as if she weren’t begging for her own death. “I’m here, I’m tasty, and I’m dressed like a snack!” She twirled her surprisingly skimpy toga (just barely skirting heavenly guidelines) for emphasis, the flimsy fabric clinging to her plump, supple body while soft curves hinted at her habit of snacking. “I mean, look at this butt!” She gave her hearty rump a smack. “Ain’t

“H-Hello?” A timid voice said. Morgan, absentmindedly chewing some gum, looked up from scrolling his phone to see a girl about half his height, which in fairness was enormous by any reasonable standard. On top of being a pred, he happened to be a goth/jock (a gock, if you will, not to be confused with girlcock), so his predatory and athletic lifestyle meant he had about 6 feet over the average person. The bone ornaments dotting his body were a testament to that, their stark white contrasting

“What’s a nice piece of meat like you doin around these parts?” Said Red, visibly drooling as he looked over the most recent fool to stumble into his gang’s den. The quintuplet of chromatic dragon boys, one of each type, had long laid claim to the land surrounding their mountain, raiding villages and spreading terror upon those they saw as mere livestock, which was essentially everyone. Plenty of heroes had tried to slay them or steal from their hoard, and all of them had faced the same

“Arise, my flock, and rejoice!” shouted the High Priest, his voice trembling with anticipation. His audience of two, members of the Order of the Yawning Maw, did just that, standing from their pews and mimicking his ecstatic cry. “Rejoice!” The duo, both men, had struggled long and hard to prove their devotion, and now it had paid off. Amongst all their brethren, they had been personally selected by the Father to be a part of a sacred act, the highest of all honors. Standing before an al

In the depths of the southern jungles, far from the dominion of the kings and councils that ruled the rest of the world, a lone pilgrim stood before a vine-covered gateway. Aris had been traveling through the untamed wilds for days, guided by an outdated map and directions given to him by the tribes of monster boys he’d stumbled across. Usually they didn’t take kindly to human explorers, assuming they didn’t eat them outright, but they’d been more amiable to him after he told them why he

Reginald, a rather large and wealthy horse boy, was sitting at the counter of a popular local bar. He was an impressive sight, standing at 8 ft tall and wearing a suit custom-made for him, complemented with a monocle over his bad left eye. He was fairly pretty too, with smooth, chocolate-colored skin, short black hair with a cute pair of horse ears poking out of it, and a rear that barely fit into his pants, his tail poking out over the edge. The stool he was sitting on could barely support his

The campus of Ashington Academy was filled with wandering students making their way to class for their first day at the college. The crowd was made of a myriad of species, from humans to anthros to elves to demons to slimes, and even a few more unique individuals. Walking through this crowd was a brunette boy named Scott, wearing a simple hoodie and some pants. He was filled with excitement as he traveled, almost running into several people as he daydreamed about what he’d do here. Ashington A