Having
an Animagus form that was both tiny and easily maneuverable as well
as being capable of flight afforded Rita Skeeter the ability to go
just about anywhere to get the juiciest tidbits of information for
her articles. The things that people tended to gossip about amongst
themselves was often far more interesting than what they would share
to a reporter face-to-face. And no one ever had to find out! She
flitted in through the window of The Three Broomsticks. What better
place to hear all the

Arthur
Weasley was an earnest sort. He had his passions, he had his family,
and stuck quite well to that. Sure, he had a position at the ministry
that afforded him some level of power, but he never let it get to his
head. He was quite happy to fly under the radar, make sure his family
was happy, and keep things simple.
He
certainly wasn’t the type to be a socialite at parties. Sure, he
mingled with guests as much as was necessary and had a drink or two,
but mostly he stuck to himself. Which i

It
was always pretty easy to tell when Sam had gotten home. She had a
habit of slamming the front door closed, and she tended to run and
stomp everywhere she went. She was “rambunctious,” as Mom would
say. Sam tossed her bag of gym clothes and her racquet on the floor
unceremoniously and ran over to where Jason was playing video games.
She ruffled his auburn hair slightly roughly, which earned a
playfully annoyed grunt from her twin. “Hey, I’m in the middle of
a match!”
Sam
laughed an

Sylvan
had heard rumors of people disappearing into a nearby cave. Being an
aspiring adventurer, this meant that he obviously had to go
investigate and be rewarded handsomely by the village for his courage
and bravery upon rescuing everyone! Pretty standard stuff. And so he
marched in there, bow in hand…
And
found the floor suddenly giving way not even a dozen steps inside.
Thankfully the wood elf only fell a couple feet, probably only
slightly bruising himself at worst. The chamber he’d fa

In
retrospect, Jason thought, this was entirely his own fault. If he had
just stuck to the route on the map… but nooo, he had to go off and
investigate that weird noise (which turned out to just be some bird’s
mating call) and now he was lost. Lost in
the middle of the fucking jungle. He
always knew his poor sense of direction would come back to bite him
in the ass.
Jason
had stopped to reexamine the map again, when suddenly a pair of arms
grabbed him, and a sharp pain lanced into his shoul

Gloria
was excited, to say the least. She was finally leaving the village to
go on an adventure! She’d slay monsters, go on quests, perform acts
of heroism… but first, she would need to train! And there was a
small slime in the field over there, perfect to practice on! She
readied her sword, charging forth…
And
suddenly it grew about ten times its size and surged forth,
surrounding her. She sank inside with a schlorp,
sword
clattering harmlessly to the ground in front of her. What. No, ok

Kayla
fidgeted nervously as she looked around the forest, fingers sliding
her ring on and off her hand in an unconscious anxious gesture. How
did she manage to get lost so easily? You’d think it wouldn’t be
so easy to get turned around, but here she was. She was so lost in
thought that she didn’t notice the gnarled root on the ground
beneath her and tripped, practically faceplanting. As Kayla pushed
herself up onto her knees, there was a sudden loud flutter of wings.
A man alighted on the

Darya
had a hobby of picking up odd knick knacks from garage sales, thrift
stores, flea markets—anywhere weird junk was sold. She was just
drawn
to
them. And this little talisman was no exception. She held it in her
hands now, inspecting the intricate designs idly. She was so
enamored, in fact, that she didn’t notice at first that a form was
beginning to ooze out of it, taking shape around her. Suddenly the
mist coalesced into a semi-presence, ghostly pale arms wrapping
around her. She yelpe

The
heavy breathing of the fox was easily visible in the chilly October
evening as he panted, leaning over the cowering bunny beneath him.
“Listen here, slut.
Two
things are gonna happen here. One, I’m gonna fuck that tight little
rabbit hole of yours. And two? I’m gonna eat you for lunch. Just
like a fucking sandwich. And there is absolutely nothing
you
can do about—“
Suddenly
the vulpine predator found himself slammed
into
the brick wall behind him. Was that… the rabbit? How? As s

It
was true that the Count of Monte Cristo didn't need to eat (or sleep)
anymore. He could,
if
he so wished, though his digestion and metabolism was slowed to a
crawl. It is also worth mentioning that though he had never once lost
sight of his revenge, always moving the pieces in his grand scheme,
early on he was slightly less consumed by the madness of vengeance.
There was still some humanity left in him, in the beginning.
Haydee
approached the Count one evening before he could retire. "U

    
Anderson had seen cultures like this before. Sacrificing maidens to an unseen deity was almost laughably commonplace from an anthropological perspective. Really, it was a wonder he
hadn’t
been mistaken for a deity before.


    
Anderson found himself lounging on a grand throne. People were rushing over to him carrying multitudes of platters

    
“So, what’s the scoop?” Ray closed the door behind him and sat across from Lewis, whose expression was unreadable. “They put in a new ‘update’ on Anderson, yeah?”


    
“Yes. Though it’s more of an overhaul. It’s an experimental new mechanism that allows him to digest any and all organic matter for energy, and convertin

    
Really, Anderson should’ve seen this coming. He’d managed to get quite a following with his articles, so it was a matter of time before one of the subcultures he’d investigated took a liking to him and accepted him as one of their own. Enough to invite him to a rather exclusive party, in fact. There was apparently a holiday dedicated to the entire practice of vore! Who would’ve thought?

Really, he should be

    
Edacitas was overall a fair and just leader, for a demon king. He left his subjects to their own devices, so long as they followed the laws of the land. Of course, neighboring kingdoms were another story. And really, mortals did love to expand and conquer naturally, so why not encourage his people to do just that, so long as he got something out of it in the end? That something was, in fact, access to any particularly defiant individual that refused to su

    
“Hey guys, it’s TomCat here with a new immersive reality title, sent in by HongryGator88, actually—thanks for that! Called
Guts of

Glory—
yes,
of

,
not
and.


I honestly know absolutely nothing about this game except the title.

    
Dave knew Anderson was, perhaps, a little unusual. He was not purely human, after all. With that said, he’d certainly never seen anything like what was unfolding before him. Supposedly, when Anderson had information to upload directly to the mainframe, he required a
lot
of energy. And sure, he
could
use any variety of sources to fuel himself with, but it was apparently an immensely

    
It was always a bit surreal to encounter alternate versions of your friends, no matter how many times it happened to you. And when you visited alternate realities as often as Anderson and Ray did, it certainly happened quite a bit. Sometimes, the differences were slight, like a change in career path. Of course, “a change in career path” usually meant, say, someone being a comedian instead of a musician. The difference could probably be expecte

    
Anderson let out an indulgent belch followed by a pleased sigh. Immersive reality, he decided, was the greatest thing to ever happen to him. Perhaps we should back up a bit.


    
You see, he’d recently discovered a certain…
interest
that had taken a hold of him. In his defense, it was all research and cultural exchange before. And h

    

IMMERSIVE REALITY technology has made it so that pretty much any dream can become a reality, with a bit of creativity and programming knowhow. Now, anything can be experienced, free of consequence. As you can imagine, those with, shall we say, potentially risky or unusual interests are celebrating. I would say that being eaten alive is about as risky and unusual as it gets.



 

    
The game really
was
immersive, in every sense of the word. Anderson could truly take in the wind in his hair, the smells in the air—hell, he could even
taste food.
It really made romping around on a grand adventure all the more enjoyable. In fact, the game was actually incredibly open-ended. No hand holding here. Sure, there were probably walkthroughs and guides out there, but where

    

YOU MAY be familiar with the phenomenon known as ‘sex tourism,’

where a tourist travels somewhere

solely (or primarily) to engage in sexual relations with either locals or sex workers

in the region

. A similar but different practice has emerged, though it is still

    

THE PERSON sitting across from me had a sense of eagerness about him. Like he truly enjoyed every moment of his life. Perhaps that’s why he’d been chosen by the

Voragian

government to be the face of the planet’s tourism bureau.

He certainly had a way of making you feel comfortable. He shook my hand, introducing himself a