Arctic threesome
By Strega
 
Ikun was a nanuq, a great white bear, young and healthy and strong. Most often he ate seal, but other things ended up in his belly as they became available. Once, when challenged by a smaller male over a female, the entire rival male went down his throat. That made the subsequent matings with the female awkward, but she was greatly impressed by his feat and at at least he was well fed for the days of coupling that followed.
 
One morning he woke in his

Beneath
Clover’s flesh, the softening fox nuzzled up against his predator
dreamily. “C-can you take a bunch of pictures of what you look like
with me as part of you?”
The
bull perked, and rested his head on his gut, pressing to the
affectionate motions softly. “Of course, Rey. I can’t wait to see
how you add to me, yourself.”
The
patron purred happily, shifting weakly under the weight of the
server’s torso and hips. He let out a soft gasp as the environment
changed with an ominous

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