The Goddess of Predation was sealed away by the gods, but at a cost. The power they’d invested in her new prison and the mortals they resurrected had drained them. Assured that they’d done what they could, they entered a deep slumber, to rest until the faith of their worshipers gave them the energy to wake again. But little did they realize, the mortals had new objects for worship.



—

The other gods were furious when they discovered what the Goddess of Predation had done. They had done the math and found that the mortals she'd empowered would devour the rest in a matter of weeks. And then they would consume one another. They would have no supplicants left, but the corruption she'd spread could not be undone. Instead, they pooled their powers together to work a miracle unlike anything that had been seen on this world since its creation.

The Goddess of Predation looked down on the world she’d helped create and growled. The sapient beings of the world had forsaken her, no longer did they hunt and slay one another. No, they corralled dumb beasts and cut them up to wrap in plastic and sell at supermarkets.




She would stand for this “civilization” no longer. No, they would see for themselves just how fragile the systems they’d created were

“So why did you ask me to come with you instead of Sonic or Silver?” Amy asked Blaze as they hiked up the mountainside.
 
 
Blaze glanced back at the pink hedgehog, feeling flustered as she tried to formulate an appropriate response. “Oh, you know how impatient Sonic is.” She tried to brush it off smoothly. “He’d just crash through everything looking for the Sol Emerald signature and cause an avalanche.”
 
 
“That’s my Sonic all right.” Amy supposed,

“And we’re on in 10, 9, 8…” Mary tried to focus her attention on the prop papers arranged on the desk in front of her rather than looking around the fake lecture hall set around her. So similar to the halls where the mouse had racked up so much debt, save for the green curtains where two walls should be. “5, 4, 3…” Before her stood a voluptuous vixen dressed in an academic-looking sweater vest and grey skirt, leaning over a desk with her ample backside turned towards the camera.

Anthrophagy




There are many predators who are content to subsist on ferals, and even a few misguided folks who even try to derive nutrition from plants. But there are some rare individuals who can only be satisfied by that most taboo of meats: anthropomorphic flesh.




To most, we are nothing but stories, something that happened in the past or in distant places. O

“Just yourself tonight?” Rachel looked up at the vixen standing on the other side of the cafeteria counter. She was wearing an apron and a name tag reading “Gwen” over about 200 pounds of red-coated flesh. In contrast with the white rabbit who barely reached 100 and was carefully picking out the components of a salad over at the bar.
Dabbing a bit of light ranch dressing on her pile of lettuce and veggies, no cheese meat or croutons, Rachel responded. “Yeah, Stacey had some kind of

The first sign was the blood, ruddy rivulets streaming underneath the door’s threshold in their drying strings of browning crust. With hesitation, you slowly pry the door open, cracking the crusts open and allowing a new layer of garnet fluids to dry. Your eyes follow the crest of blood across the floor to a recessed area with a drain at the bottom where the fluids should have flowed away. You are so focused on following the trail that you don’t notice the hanging chunk of meat until your

Mikel stared at the scientific instrument in his hand, delicate endings now bent and twisted from the crude use he had put it to. Centuries-dried blood and crumbling muscle caking the now inoperable workings. He reassured himself that it had to be done, that carcass was the only explanation, the only thing that could have killed them.
He told himself this again and again as he staggered down the hallway towards the site of the first killing. The stains on the wall where Barb had been found w

She caught your attention from across the room, a petite vixen with ears bigger than her head and fur the color of desert sand at night. She wears a tight dress of red and black with what look like cobwebs made of black lace ringing her neck. But what really catches your attention are her eyes, orbs of gold that sheen with the glow of a life greater than her body would suggest. You can’t quite say how you know, but something tells you that she has seen things you could never hope to see, ex

“You
didn’t have to dress up like that.” Judy commented as Nick
entered the small soundproofed cabin she had found on the ship.
While his smartclothes were no different from his usual outfit the
fox was sleeved as a fox with a white and faded black coat that
almost seemed to glow in the UV lamps. The sleeve also had an
underlying bone structure that seemed to be sculpted with perfection
and the normal musky fox odor was subdued by a faint scent that
seemed almost like rabbit testosteron

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Hungry Equations
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Richard
was awoken by a hard pressure in his lower belly, pushing against his
anus. It seemed his body was done with his wife. The fox threw the
sheets off of himself and swung a leg over the side as he massaged
his still swollen belly. Kathy had suggested it, a birthday dinner
she'd said. Somehow she'd known that he was a vorarephile, even
though they used entirely separate computers and he'd made sure to
delete his browsing history before letting her use his. The sites
had neglected to el

It was dark, I could feel myself
enclosed on all sides in sticky wet mucus and veined flesh. But I
didn't feel scared of alarmed, rather I felt calmed by the encasing
pressure, safe and secure. I moved myself deeper into the flesh
pocket as I felt the gentle massage of my host's pulse. But then I
was thrown out of my serenity by a loud siren interspersed with
Cole's frightened screeching.
"Everyone to the bridge, we've
been hit by laser fire, I repeat we are under attack!" I could

Eclipse Phase Vore Story
The Scum barge continued along its
long, arduous path through the solar system, its ancient plasma
engines, maintained by the tribe of nomadic hedonists who called the
ship home, flaring up periodically to maintain its velocity. As it
so happened, this ship's course was taking it near Saturn and its
many inhabited moons, one of the infrequent opportunities for trade
between the Titanians and the Scum. The approach of a Scum swarm was
usually heralded by Egocasting repr

"What a shitty lay you were." Bill exclaimed to the battered vixen lying naked at his feet, "any girl who can't perform with as many drugs in them as I slipped you isn't worth my time." He pulled out a small egg-shaped device, opened it up and pressed a few buttons then shoved it in her mouth, "swallow it bitch." Still under the influence of the depressants he had given her she managed to choke it down, "that was a organic matter dissembler generator, common