Wolfsden was a quiet small town to the north of a big city. Hqving been founded in 1791, it boasted just a few thousand people living in it, the community was tight-knit and mainly made up of miners and tourist shops. The town existed in the ideal location for farming avocados. For those with thumbs a color other than green, the rest of the town was pretty much a tourist trap. Every store, both diners, the mayor’s office, all of them were themed aft

    
The night had nothing on her beauty. The way the wind flowed through her stunning red hair, the way her brilliant black horns caught the moon’s light, the way her vibrant green eyes pierced the darkness, this succubus was drop dead gorgeous. She sat in an ever-so-sexy pose while sitting on the bottom rim of a window, peeking in through the opening into a room. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight. In it she saw a fair maiden riddled with lust.

    
With years of scouting locations, months of exploring the woodlands, and several days of sleep to prepare for such a momentous occasion, Rey Famoso had finally claimed a kingdom of his own. He’d been chasing a location suitable of someone as great as himself for quite some time and this neck of the deep woods was just right for him. It hadn’t been too difficult to claim either. He’d simply declared it his and when nobody challenged him,

    
The circus had come to town. Great booming fireworks, the bouncy tunes of circus music, and laughter filled the cool night air. If one listened a little closer though, they could hear other noises peeking through: gurgling, burps, and moans. Though the tents looked standard it was anything but, for this was Gurgline’s Circus of Vore~! Gurgline’s was the finest adult entertainment circus in all the land, boasting the finest predators, the most

    
Calypso wasn’t really one for the holidays. The most he did was put on special shows for the club during them but those were just an excuse to party or continue supporting the vibe, it wasn’t like he was super into whatever the holidays were. The biggest thing he looked forward to was the bonus his boss would pay out for working during a holiday season. He was expecting one this year too so he was sitting in his kitchen waiting for the phone t

    
It had been centuries since the last time that Sakine could say she had a true follower. All her altars had been abandoned and lost to time, all her blessings ended long ago, and not once had a mortal tried to contact her in these hundreds of years. Being stuck in the divine realm with no connection to the mortal realm, it left her feeling so… BORED! What was the point of being so wildly beautiful with nobody to leer at her? Why be so durable if no

    
Klymene’s collection of statues was her pride and joy. The way she saw it, any old gorgon could amass a garden filled with fear and agony, of lost battles and mistakes. Her collection was a little more goofy. Some statues were confused, others were laughing, a small number looked aroused, and among all of them not one look of horror could be found. Klymene always found other gorgons to be needlessly terrifying, after all, to kill someone all she had

    
The hope of all citizens was to have someone light their darkest hour. For anyone who could be considered vulnerable or weak, there needed to be a shield. Heroes were a commonality in this world, superheroes could be found all over the globe helping people and stopping dastardly villains. But none of them truly looked out for the common person. Most heroes were obsessed with getting media attention rather than genuinely looking out for the safety of the p