Melina flared out her wings and flapped them quickly to gently land on a roof somewhere in the suburbs. She had carefully chosen this one because there was a clean, shiny car parked directly outside of it and the entrance door seemed just wide enough to allow her to squeeze through in case her next prey was not going to fill her up entirely. The gryphoness walked to the edge of the roof, talons digging into the tiles as she pushed her rear back over the ledge, lifting up her tail and taking care

Catchow fulfils his purpose
Melina licked over her beak, deciding she had tracked the cheetah long enough. He was clueless as all the other anthros she had eaten before him but unlike most he looked fit enough to be annoying to chase down. So she simply wiggled her hips and pounced on him from behind. The cheetah was as light as he looked. Even before he hit the ground and his air escaped with a shocked cry, Melina knew she would be hungry again in just two days. Chonkier anthros fed her for a

Sol’s birthday gift ch.2: Dangers of the reef
 
The trio had resumed their long journey and Dos found out that the two orcas had not lied about their enormous food consumption. The bottlenose dolphin had thought they were bragging before, but as they travelled through the endless expanse of the dark blue open ocean, a few more pelagic sharks and some unlucky mobulas found their way down their hungry gullets. Dos was getting along just fine with his single blue shark, while Martin, the bi

Sol’s birthday gift ch.1: Dos learns essential orca skills
(soft vore, digestion)
 
“What?! You never had one?” Sol chirped incredulously, looking at the bottlenose dolphin around half his size.
“What can I say? They never struck my old self as prey and after that I have been busy elsewhere. I just did not get a chance to really hunt one.”
“By the time we got to the meeting spot, Sol and I had eaten so many blue sharks it is a wonder we are still black and white.” replied

Be careful what you eat
(soft vore, digestion, gender tf, breeding)
 
Belo was flying over his arboreal hunting grounds, looking for convenient meals. He was not in a dire need for food, but his notoriously greedy stomach was distinctly empty, as were his avian guts following it. The fact that they were rather short and a bit wasteful when it came to nutrient extraction only meant that the large gryphon needed even more lesser creatures to take a deep dive through his guts. However, as ni

A very shitty camping trip
(Soft vore, digestion, disposal, rape)
 
It was a lovely summer evening and four friends had decided to spend it out in the woods camping. To the dismay of their boyfriends they had made it a lady’s trip but still ended up raiding the homely fridges for beverages before cramming themselves and their supplies in a single car and heading out towards the great wilderness. It went the same as if they had taken their boys with them, just less noisy sex. That meant