A Master's Gift ((AMG))
 The grand, imperial dragon leaned back in his throne, enjoying the simple attention of his pets. His gold scales glitter in the light as he rumbles with content pleasure. Just a loincloth of black silk wrapped upon his lap, hinting at the equally grand virility to his form. While a pair of kitsunes, one male and one female massaged his feet as he lashed his tail, curious what the next offering for him would be. Already he had quite a feast of delights

 The sun beat down upon Charles's back as he looked over the horizon. He'd been exploring the caves of this island for the supposed legendary monster that had made a lair nearby. If all went well perhaps he could get a picture or two as truth of it's existence. Rumors of the monster had been quite mixed from what he could find. Fierce and predatory were most examples. Foul maw full of sharp teeth and jagged claws to rend one from end to end with a casual swipe. He wondered perhaps if

Normally been skipping these pre-story intros as just doing writing practice. Been wanting to write stories for specific people and take requests, so here's a little bit of both for Omega. Written partly also as a gift for the wonderful Vore Cafe Diner she runs on taps that I frequent from time to time. Omega is (C) her player of course, and used with permission. And no, this isn't her diner in the story, just a fun idea in general. *grin* And with that, enjoy a lovely venison meal!
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 Swirls of cigarette smoke lazily drifted upwards through the dim lights of the club. The clank of dishes being picked up cutting through the dull chatter of the now well stuffed patrons. Predators of all stripes and sizes leaning back in chairs and rumbling in pleasure as attention drifts steadily to the large curtain on stage. A small sign promising a lovely, intimate little love story of a mouse and his anaconda lover, told in three acts. Of course, the mouse being listed as “Mouse,

 I couldn't help but wink to the off camera prey as the countdown began for the show to start. He was quite a nice catch, a sleek, strong wolf taur, though I did never quite catch his name. Prey will work fine though, as he won't be needing one for long. The bright lights gleaming down on my scales as the director shouts “three, two, one, action!”
 And all the cameras light up. I begin my intro, starting the show as I do every time; in the nude before all those cameras and audie

Death stalked the lizardman as he stomped through the marsh. The crimson scales of the tall warrior matching the sunrise on the jungle swamp as he stalks through the thick foliage, looking for the dreaded snake that had been picking off the tribe, one by one. His spear ever ready as he scans the area, but never hearing the faint rustle of his supposed prey following his haughty trail. The anaconda was massive, over 50 feet of muscle and scales, but it moved with a supple grace the arrogant li