The
sound of rustling leaves fills the air, the cool breath of fall
strips the branches of their once green coverings. The barest glimpse
of sunlight can be seen through the canopy as the yellow star dips
towards the horizon. A dirt path weaves between tree trunks, almost
hidden by the fallen leaves.
Crunching
footsteps echo throughout the forest. A large four-legged creature
brushes aside the dried foliage, making its way through the forest.
The creature is dark, nearly blending into the desce

“So, Mom, you know how Mrs. Jameson works for that big drug company?” Rory brought up suddenly over dinner. Of course dinner at the Roberts house meant Rory was sitting on the couch eating his dinner while his mother knelt on the floor in front of him vigorously blowing him. Since that night he and Michael had accidentally gotten her involved in their fucking, she’d been badgering Rory about getting another taste of his thick man-syrup. It had taken her almost two weeks to conv

The soft light of the dawn filters in through your window, and you find yourself rousing from your sleep. You have slept well, and you feel delightfully warm underneath the covers of your bed. But a new day is calling, and you know you cannot stay here for long. Tossing your blankets aside, you expose your body to the cool air of the small room. Now suddenly in a hurry, you stretch out, and then jump into your undergarments and your slippers. At least winter is over, and in a few months, the sum

This is obviously the place: the loud music and many loud voices pumping from the house make it impossible to be anywhere else. Straightening his leather jacket with a tug on the collar and smoothing the front of his neatly pressed burgundy shirt, a young man standing in the front yard throws his head back and inhales deep through his nose. The typical scents are all here: alcohol, weed, sweat, the grease and salt of snacks, but among it all played the innumerable aromas of the occupants. Sweet,

The Octo-Plush was a ravenous sort. Those six children that were ravaged and rolled up in layers of internal latex padding weren't nearly enough to satisfy its large inflatable mass. As it crawled out with its massive tentacles, it sought to find the most populated area and begin its feast proper. It could only work for it, if only because the magic that which brought it life enabled it to retain similar biological traits; such as being able to squeeze through impossible spaces.
 
This al

The Octo-Plush was a ravenous sort. Those six children that were ravaged and rolled up in layers of internal latex padding weren't nearly enough to satisfy its large inflatable mass. As it crawled out with its massive tentacles, it sought to find the most populated area and begin its feast proper. It could only work for it, if only because the magic that which brought it life enabled it to retain similar biological traits; such as being able to squeeze through impossible spaces.
 
This al

The Latex skinned Plushies were fed, but far from content. What passed off for intelligence among the animated, cursed suits was a silent communication exchanged from their eerie green eyes. Specters that received life from the breath of mortals, whom drew on more energy from devouring them for sustenance, was what they were and in the end it didn't matter what the means of achieving their objective was. They desired to eat, to dine on brainwashed prey and taste every part of them on the outside

Ulysses slithered through the underbrush, heading toward his favorite basking spot. It had been a long, cold night in his den, and he longed to coil up in the sun. His previous meal sat as a heavy lump in his second stomach, forming an unnatural bulge in his long, smooth tail. Like all nagas, it took him a while to digest his prey, especially when he was cold; he looked forward to taking a long nap on the rocks near his den, drifting off to the sound of his stomach working away at the prey insid

    

Derek was

not

in a good mood that night. The hotel room was tidy but cramped, the air conditioner was not working properly, and the young man had to share his double bed with a girl he hardly knew which was more than a little awkward. Oh, and his little sister had been unbirthed by some stranger he had only recently met. There sure was a lot for him to complain about.

The
Slow Predator
Numbing,
paralysis, palatalization, hypnosis, soft vore, slug, snail, cone
snail, mouse, mice, fatal
-----Chapter
1: Spitting Image-----
"Oh,
no! No, no, no, no, no, no! Those are DANGEROUS! I'm getting out
of here!"
Milky
cast Patches a disdainful sneer as the opposite mouse panicked, ready
to bolt before even bothering to see what happened.
Milky
taunted, "Slugs? They're slow as all getup!"
"Well,
I heard they can hypnotize you," Patches reb

It was still hungry.
 
The inflatable Seal attraction, animated by the breath of a human child, could feel the energy of the children swathed in latex cocoons within its stomach give it life and activity. If he squatted here, doing nothing like in the past, he'd eventually become inert until the next wayward soul is foolish enough to activate it. That's what happened the last time the attraction activated; its caretakers couldn't find the child it had scooped up into its voracious latex l

"You wanted to see us?"
 
Lady Tsunade looked up from her desk, hearing a familiar voice. To her chagrin it was piled up with a mountain of paperwork. A vein protrusion followed by a finger flick and all the papers became scattered across her office. The sudden gust of wind caused by her super powered digit caused the group of Kunoichi, gathered before her, to eye bulge and squeak with fright.
 
"Ah, Sakura," Tsunade said with a relieved smile. Turning her gaze

The
beat up subaru, trundled down the unleveled dirt road. The shocks
failed to work in the slightest, so the vehicle bounced up and down
like a rabbit on caffeine. As it turned right off the path, it came
to a clearing at the base of a small mountain. The vehicle rumbled to
a stop at a spot designated for cars by a pair a tree logs that had
been placed to outline the space. The hum of the engine slowly died
off, and the driver side door, swung open. Luke cast around at the
small cleared area th