Chris stood outside the large red doors gazing up to the neon sign. He twiddled his fingers trying to release all the tension he had, even though the street was empty he swore he could hear people walking towards him, judging him for even considering going inside, he had to check his sides just in case anyone was around.






With the cost clear he turned back to the sigh watching as the letters ill

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

I shift from foot to foot outside the Mandrake. Life in this city has led me to cultivate a certain outward stoicism, though I still rather hope that neither my face nor posture betrays the tangle I feel in my chest. Apprehension, intrigue, fear, and just a shred of something lustful mingling and twining over each other like the wad of tentacles on a rubbery man’s face. I fiddle nervously with the brim of my hat. The knot only grows tighter as the hands of my watch creep closer to the pred

Forced Entry (Vore)




Shu sneakily crawled across the floor in a very tight stealth suit, approaching the bed of her human friend, Jayson. The purple slime-renamon climbed onto his bed and wagged her tail as she looked at his face. “He’s so cute when he sleeps.” She thought and took her suit off, dropping it onto the floor before placing her face right in front of Jayson’s, and her hands on his belly.