Wishful Thinking
by Mitch Kenzo
Characters are copyright Mitch Kenzo, but Emerald is copyright my friend Emerald Wolfe, used with her permission; I have yet to steal anything in literature. If your character comes up exactly somehow, yell at me in an e-mail or something. Have fun reading, and welcome back to school! >:3
Extra tags:
-Lots of bellybutton fetish stuff!
-Godmoding magic.
-Hard Vore/Gore.
-Little bit of footpaw fetish.
-You know the drill by now.
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Chapter 6: Wishing School Was

Wishful Thinking
by Mitch Kenzo
Characters are copyright Mitch Kenzo, but Emerald is copyright my friend Emerald Wolfe, used with her permission; I have yet to steal anything in literature. If your character comes up exactly somehow, yell at me in an e-mail or something. You thought I ended this? Guess again!
Extra tags:
-Hard Vore
-Afterlife
-Magic
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Chapter 5: Death Wish.
"Nngh... My head... Where am I?"
There were lights all about. Some were bright, others dim. They were all shapes and size

Wishful Thinking
by Mitch Kenzo
Characters are copyright Mitch Kenzo, but Emerald is copyright my friend Emerald Wolfe, used with her permission; I have yet to steal anything in literature. If your character comes up exactly somehow, yell at me in an e-mail or something. Yes, I actually got off my dead ass and did something again!
Chapter 4: Careful What You Wish For.
Where... Where am I? What is this place? It's white...
Whiteness was all there was, nothing different. It was pure, unfaltering,

Wishful Thinking
by Mitch Kenzo
Characters are copyright Mitch Kenzo; I have yet to steal anything in literature. If your character comes up exactly somehow, yell at me in an e-mail or something. If you actually read this, you get a taco.
Chapter 3: Wishy-Washy.
Rrrrrrrumble.
"...Wha?"
Bubble, rumble.
Perry stretched out and yawned. Whew, something sure smelled rank here... This wasn't his room either...
Blorp, burble.
He looked up, realizing there was a soft weight on his stomach. Lila was rest

        
It took Verdek many minutes alone with his pain before he could raise his head again and face it. With a deep breath the great head came back up and his glowing amber eyes opened, showing a bit more brightly in the early evening light. He could still feel IT, watching, waiting, eager to feed again. A gentle breeze rustled the coarse black hairs of his mane as he sat there, unsure of what to do with himself. He found the quietness preceding evening

        
Within the sparse undergrowth, the Hunter stalked very slowly towards its target, its golden eyes watching for even the slightest hint of suspicion from the sleeping owl. It was a very large variety, and Verdek was a very hungry Hunter, and he could not miss this opportunity to fill his belly so easily. The one time dragon had become rather accustomed to his new body, and most of the time he lived in the here and now, his past life a dim shadow in