The full moon hung low in the sky, barely clearing the treetops on the horizon as the girl approached the next house.

“You’re too old to trick or treat, grow up!” was what her sorority sisters had said, but that certainly hadn’t stopped her from donning a witch costume and taking off for the outskirts of suburbia, grinning jack-o-lantern, partially filled with candy, swinging from her hand.

“TRICK OR TREAT!” s

The
Best Medicine
"You.
Should be resting," Chammy stated firmly in a no-nonsense
manner, pointing at the bed-ridden ginger-haired boy. "I know
you wanna do 'all the things' and feel like you'll fall behind or
something, but when you're sick, you need to rest.
It's important."
Her
expression left no room for argument. Really, Valk just needed to
take care of himself! And if he wasn't going to, well... that's one
thing friends were for, right? It was for his own good. And if h

This story contains: Willing, same size, MLP, M/f, cum transformation, cum digestion, cock vore, reformation, ?/m
Withania rolled out of bed, the thick ribbons of fat from her feast a few days ago still cleaning to her body like love affair she couldn't let go. What mass had not made it her flanks had been used to fertilize her garden. The sweet mare and minty stallion made a rich and wonderful feast for the young seeds. She grinned, mouthwatering as her thoughts drifted to the harvest. The thi

William
had bought the two story house for dirt cheap, and had not really
questioned why such a seemingly nice place was on the market for such
a low price. He, after all, just needed a nice spot to lay his sleepy
head after a long day of work at the local school. He worked as a
special education teacher, and rather enjoyed his job. It wasn’t
ANY old job that allowed you to openly talk about sex in a school
setting.
And
he was rather popular too. William was quite good looking. A fair set
of

Normal Day






Jake was a good kid, almost graduating High School, girlfriend and him have had their first-year anniversary, and he even got his license to get ready to drive his car soon. Its amazing a rabbit like him would be so lucky in terms of friends in school. Predator and prey species alike loved him, people who picked on him respected him and loved him back. He was the life of the party, an

“You have to go to bed, BIlly,” Emma said with a slight growl, staring at the oldest boy of the three kids she was babysitting.
He rounded on her, as tall as she was, his gills and fins flaring. “My name is Bill!”
Emma fought the urge to flinch. She’d agreed to come out to this remote house in the middle of the swamp against the advice of her friends. A 16 year old human girl babysitting three gillmen children was, they’d assured her, a recipe for disaster. B