The Dumptruckby Vore HouseContent: Soft Oral Vore, Android pred, Willing prey, Gooey digestion into fuel, Transformation into Eco-Fat.Foreword: Although the main pred is a trash-recycling android who loves to tease her prey about it, there’s no actual trash fetish involved here. The "digestion" is relatively clean, with no garbage inside the processing tank... except for the prey itself (lol). So, if you're into Vore and Androids, dive right in! But if you do want to explore the actual tra

To Eat a Fire    The cold was unbearable. As Yana crested the ridge before her, the wind whipping across its top fell full upon her. It lashed her face with snowflakes like razorblades and cut right through her clothes, sending a fresh wave of shivers across her skin beneath.It’s like I’m wearing nothing at all, she thought bitterly as she pulled the fur-lined coat more tightly about her and held a thick mitten up in front of her face to protect her eyes. She scan

20th Year of the 10th Age, Early Spring
In the Skies near the Floating Island of Okka, Southwestern Llelenora, the Continent of Allara
The high elf Ruhiel Sellara recalled the day she had been chosen as the Welkin Maiden. The clouds had looked like they wanted to dump enough rain to flood the world, yet not a single drop fell. Instead the wind had blown and guided the clerics of Aurasu to her. The clerics had taken her from her humble home on her humble farming island with the blessings of her p

“What’s that?”A bright dot twinkled on the monitors, just one of millions against the backdrop of the universe. But this one wasn’t a star. It was moving too fast and too out of sync with the rest of the sky. The light drifted languidly across our monitors, tracing a lazy arc from one side to the other, heading sunward. We didn’t have any scopes on it besides our camera array; it was in the wrong section of sky. All our more sensitive gear was pointed out-system to trace the slowly gro

Death by Chocolate




Jaen rode like a storm, and lightning crashed beside her. The scent of ozone burned in her flaring nostrils and bits of dirt jettisoned by the nearby blast pelted her cheek like hard rain as the wagon careened wildly around the bend in the road, its right set of wheels lifting off the ground and sending the six barrels in the back swaying crazily against the wooden sideboard.

Your Wish is My Comma… You Want Me to What?




“Ugh……. I feel like I have been stuck in this lamp foreverrrrrrrrrrrr………..” My name is Yasmina and I am an all mighty genie. I am 5’10, My skin is a tawny color, I have short black hair, and I typically wear a green bra with long puffy orange pants. Unfortunately I am currently stuck in this stupid lamp until I get another