This short story starts off with a battle sequence followed by a sex scene. If you are here only for vore, skip to the third line. __________A Night in a GorgonMarch 20, 2015Cerna, Gorgades The sounds of battle echoed across the island as dirt flew and trees were reduced to splinters. Rissin bounced once before finding her feet and grinning as she slid along the ground. Then she leapt to the side to avoid the near half a ton of scale-coated muscle that was following her. When Stheno landed, her

Many a tale has been told about the relationship between dragons and dragon slayers, ranging from a successful killing of the beast to… less so. This… is a situation that is quite different.


Hiding behind a stalagmite in a cave wasn't something one would expect a farmboy to be doing, yet here he was. The reason he was here was evidenced by a heavy, though faint, flapping sound that was coming closer. As the sound approached, he clutched his axe

Yang
shook her head as she stood up. “Ugh, what hit me?” Her
prosthetic arm came up to massage her skull as she racked her brain
for a memory of what happened. She had just gotten on board a ship
headed for Anima and was settling into her cabin when…“Her!”
Torchwick’s henchman, Neo had ambushed her. After that, things were
fuzzy until now.
Gathering
her wits, Yang looked around. She was still in her cabin, but things
were different. Everything looked much larger. Seeing a nearby penn

Two
months had passed since the defeat of Shao Kahn. Outworld and Edenia
had been unmerged, and Earthrealm was safe.
In
the Edenian royal palace, a young woman clad in a purple version of
the standard battle-wear of Edenian women stood in front of a closed
door, shifting from foot to foot nervously, a hand raised to knock on
the door but unable to travel the remaining distance.
Finally,
she worked up the courage and rapped her knuckles twice against the
wood. From inside, the most beautiful voic

“Slasher, you may want to come and see this,” said Delilah, the weresnake.

The werewolf glared at her and growled, “Why?”

The serpent grinned. “A reporter is about to be devoured on live television.”

It was Slasher's turn to grin. He leaped toward the door, nearly bowling Delilah over in his haste. When he arrived in the “War Room,” as he had begun to call it, the central video screen showed the reporter talking to the camera:

Lejule slowly came to and immediately startled. He was in a cave that was quite volcanic in nature. He was alone, yet fully armed, and his clothes and weapons were piled beside him. Then a small flood of memories reminded him of why he was here. Some one with a very sick mind and calling himself simply “The Host” had called a dozen beasts, Lejule included, from various worlds and told them that they would be fighting each other in pairs until one was dead in the other's stomach. &ldq