Incina was bored. One might think being a twenty-foot-tall and eighty long scarlet red dragoness would be anything but boring, but sadly that wasn’t the case. “Ugh, when are your knights going to show up?” the dragoness complained, the huge scaly beast rolling onto her back, showing off her yellow scaled underbelly, the massive heft of her bountiful belly as it sloshed and burbled with the remnants of the royal guard.
Behind her a fair white unicorn huffed in her bindings, her

Mayor Misha
By Strega
 
The alliance of settlements had no official name. Each town did: Marshall, Two-Shot, Gravelburg by the quarry and Hook Harbor. And largest of them all Ironville, built into the partly repaired ruin of a prewar Corvega factory. Collectively, though, the allied towns didn't have a name. Unofficially, the whole area was called Bear Town, or just Bearton. This was for a good reason.
 
One rainy Tuesday a caravan came down the old north road, which was cracked a

Ship
Prison The
cheers and high-fives were fervent in their intensity. And
then came the stories. There was Aaron, going off about how he'd
dodged three swings in a row to stick the orc with his knife. And
Sakage, who of course claimed to have wrestled the orc down. Sakage
was always showing off his strength, and he crunched a - sigh, that
was both valuable and expensive. And now broken. But it worked -
the other guys were laughing, cheering, slightly drunk. There's
Weggin, bragging about wh

Bruno
pressed a thick finger against the doorbell button alongside the
large door of the townhouse he’d just arrived at. The bear yawned,
trailing his other paw over his exposed belly, before a voice came
from inside.
“Bruno?
T-the door’s unlocked, I’m just finishing something up in here.”
At
the permission granted, the big bear grasped the door’s handle and
entered the house, his ears just barely grazing the doorframe at the
height of his stride. He closed the door behind him, and l

Super
Casual There
he was. The delicious, delicious 'coon. Mtuk licked
his tusks, prowling forward. At this point, he wasn't being as
secretive as he really should have been, but at this point there also
was nothing the raccoon could do
about it. If he ran, Mtuk would catch him. If he screamed - well,
that would just be more food. And Mtuk was hungry
- he hadn't eaten anyone in almost a week now. There he was.
Sitting on his couch, staring at his TV. Mtuk licked his tusks once
more - he on

A young redcurrant shrub held fast valiantly despite the rampant deer that surged through it. Unfortunately the act of shrubbery valour was instantly forgotten as a full-grown bear trampled over the plant after his prey. For a moment it looked like the predator would field the day, but a duo of stout birches ended the chase with their unequal treatment of the participants that ran between them. The bear, stuck tight between the stout trees, could only roar in frustration as the deer hopped into

The
inn at the end of the roadBy Strega
Miss
Paula ran her inn with a firm hand. The food was good, the upstairs
rooms were always clean, and the beer and wine weren't watered.
Alcohol was served only between noon and nine in the evening and
anyone showing signs of getting messily drunk was politely asked to
leave. It wasn't the fanciest place to stay but it was safe, it was
reliable, and that's all some people needed. Their little burg, all
five hundred of them, was lucky enough to be in civi

“Benny! Come here!” a loud, male voice roared through the house in the tree. The 18-year old bear boy ran to the living room where his father Mark was standing. “Yes?” he asked. Mark smiled, showing all his teeth: “Good news, son. Your human girlfriend Goldie is coming for dinner. Don't worry, she's not on the menu. She wrote me a letter that she's coming in one hour with her brother Red. Hope you like those news.”. Benny cheered at this. He and Goldie have be