Leon let out a puff of air that hung for a few seconds in the cold autumn air as he walked down the sidewalk, fresh from his workout at the local gym. He was tired, his muscles aching from the exertion of lifting weights, doing crunches and curls, and every other exercise that was part of his routine. As he slowly walked home- wishing that he had thought to grab a heavier change of clothes to wear home from the gym as the afternoon rapidly progressed towards night- he began to contemplate what h

An Avengers fanfic. CONTAINS SOFT VORE! Don’t like? Don’t read!
 Also, this is my first fanfic ever so please be gentle~ Although criticisms are greatly appreciated, as well as spelling/grammar errors that I may have made!
  This story features Clint, aka Hawkeye, and Natasha, aka Black Widow.
 None of the characters belong to me, but the story does. And uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah.
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May's
Beachfront Show
May
looked around nervously for any sign of an Officer Jenny on the
beach. Her attire, a set of three bandaids over her nipples and the
slit of her crotch, wasn't exactly appropriate for the beach, and she
didn't want to get arrested for it. Although, the thought of getting
caught had it's own perks, May thought to herself as she felt her
nipples hardening under the scant concealment of the band-aids.
May
couldn't remember ever being as excited as she was now, nearly nake

The daylamps of the city bring me staggering back to wakefulness as they flicker to life in the streets outside, their light peeking through the half-shuttered windows of my lady’s bedchamber. Brushing my hair back with one hand, I make a valiant attempt to sit up, only to be forced back down, panting, as something slops heavily to-and-fro in my middle. Only slightly dismayed (I hadn’t honestly planned to get up to much anyhow), I become aware of two pairs of arms draped over the tau

‘Tick,
Tock, Tick, Tock’ tapped the throbbing time telling timepiece tied
to the tabular transparent table tincted thoroughly; totally textured
that tallowed taste.
“Oh
my GOD I’m going to kill something!” Thought Ruby Rose, 16 years
of age, as she lay flat on the wooden table which’d been the
epicenter of so many late night homework assignments. Though normally
quite short, this feature had been accentuated by her sudden and
idiopathic shrinking last night. That was hours ago howev

This story contains: F/ffm, MLP, same size, willing, oral vore, food play, digestion, sex
Tree trotted down the forest path to Withania's home. The little green earth mare had grown on him since their first meeting. He had been to see her a few times since, each teasing her with some new and interesting experience. He glanced back over his shoulder, a black leash extending from his maw to a simple vine-woven band around the neck a pink pegasus he was leading. Her long straw-gold mane whispering

Been thinking about dragons.
 
Especially one who likes prepared meals.
 
Fattened beauties, glazed like hams, resting in pots of soups, buried in layers of cakes. The dragon moans gently, licking, lapping, tasting. Without warning, thier mouth opens a bit wider, and they gently ease the fattened body, the main course, into thier slick maw. The jaws close, they gulp, and exhale, a fat lump sliding down, vanishing into the dragon's heavy body. He adjusts his pose, huffing as he approa