Night
Hunt
Rob
awoke to darkness. Turning his head, he glanced at the clock on the
bedside table, 02:30. Moving silently, he rolled out of bed, filling
his absence with pillows and tucking them in, careful not to wake the
sleeping form of Michelle. He loved her, he knew, she knew, and spent
almost every waking moment with her, teaching her magic, new forms of
vore, and falling even more for her ways. But tonight he needed a
break, some time alone. To hunt, prey on the weak tasty beings that
live

Taur
Trouble
"Do
you think i'm pretty?" The question took Rob by surprise, and he
glanced about their bedroom as if there may be another in there
besides himself and Michelle "What sort of question is that? Of
course I do, you're beautiful" His confusion grew as she shook
her head. "No I'm not" She turned to face him, hands
attempting to cover her chest, an impossible feat as they're as large
as she is. "No looking at me i'm not pretty." He frowned
"I

Michelle
The
sleek black shadow raced through the streets and back alleys, the
pack close behind it, baying for blood. The midnight black feline
vaulted gracefully over a gate, her clumsy pursuers cursing as they
crashed into it, falling behind. She paused briefly to regain her
breath, but she knew it wouldn't take long to find her again out here
in the open, she needed to find somewhere to lay low, fast.
After
another long hour of dodging her trackers, the exhausted female
scented something dif