Ryan watched the library over the top of his laptop. It was exam week, which meant every desk, couch and chair was filled with students doing the same thing as him - cramming. Many, like Ryan, had ended up sitting on the floor. He had his back propped up against a shelf, knees drawn up, and laptop balanced precariously on them.

Across the room, the vortal had snagged a meal. A young man with cornrows and warm brown skin. The long tongue of the vortal was deftly tugging h

A round of greetings rose up as Draven walked into the locker rooms. He grinned and high-fived a few of his co-workers, and then grabbed his spot at his locker. He stripped out of his street clothes and donned his jumpsuit. Dark grey and of stretchy neoprene, it clung to every curve and hard edge of his muscles and scales, but he thought he filled it out pretty well. He adjusted his bulge and did a little jig to get it settled. That was followed by his boots, made of the same thick clingy materi

Voretober Day 12: Frozen


“God, its so fucking hot today.” Mark said. He fanned himself with a hand and glared at the burning sun outside the window of the lounge. There was no AC in the dorms, which was stupid in a city that reached 100f in summer regularly. The lounge on the second story of his dorm building had a fan, which was why he’d taken refuge there, but it was hardly helping.

Most of the guys had stripp

Voretober day 5: Moonlight


“Why do we gotta come out here at night? It’s freaking cold.”

Professor Petunia rubbed her forehead. It was impossible to get good research assistants. She whirled around to face Jared. The idiot had worn nothing more than shorts and a salmon coloured t-shirt, like this was a frat party instead of a field trip. “I told you already, the plant we seek only blooms under the light of

Written for Voretober prompt 3: Hunt


Cam stripped off his jumpsuit and folded it neatly, then tucked it into the little cubicle with his number. He stretched and listened to his muscles. He felt good, he felt ready. Around him, twenty other young men were doing the same thing. Light chatter and the slap of feet and rustle of clothes as they undressed and stretched like him.

One of the nurses came around and gave him the injection

Riley wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. “Hey mum, I’m heading to the mall with some mates.” He stretched out, making his muscles ripple underneath his deeply tanned skin. He’d foregone a shirt for his morning run, and it had left a sheen of sweat across his slim waist and well developed pectorals. Riley chugged his water bottle, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the recycling.

Mrs Kilpatr

The night shift clerk at a tiny gas station in bumfuck nowhere was not Tom’s fresh from graduating dream job. The few cars stupid enough to be on the road at this hour just whizzed past, having filled up at one of the small towns along the highway. The gas station had been built for the days when big rigs still ran this route and needed a piss and a coffee available at any odd hour.

Tom spent most of his shift reading beat up paperbacks he bought cheap off the shel

Micah thought the path was suspiciously obvious. The ground picked clear of any large stones that might trip a traveler up, the bushes trimmed back. There were even signs pointing to the village below. What sort of dragon maintained the winding trail to its lair? Micah had a bad feeling about this.

He considered sharing his misgivings with Pollux, the leader of their adventuring party. Then he reconsidered it. Pollux strode at the forefront of their party, chest puffed o

“Cool couch.” Ford jerked his thumb towards the couch they’d just passed on the side of the road. His other hand was holding a beer, which he took a long pull from next.

Gunner checked the rearview mirror and whistled. “That is a cool couch. They’re just throwing her away? Rich people.” He shook his head in scorn, pulled the pickup into a sharp u-turn, narrowly missed a parked BMW, and then pulled her up next to the couch.

Vampiric Party


Sally tugged the door closed. It smelt like young hormonal fratboy, like old sex and sweat, but she didn’t care. The guy she’d tugged off the dance floor was stripping off clothes, a Tarzan costume that consisted of nothing more than a loin cloth and jockstrap underneath it.

His muscles were amazing, and she knew he was on the lacrosse team. Sally licked her lips, bare feet squishing into the pile carpe

Cam’s drunk decision


Cam was, admittedly, drunk and high enough that the television screen had started to swirl into a vortex of pretty colours. But he’d been staring at the box he’d impulsively ordered last week for hours, and taking a hit, then another and another, felt like the only way he was going to build up the courage to open it.

The long legged man spread his thighs. His cock bobbed, hard and leaking a

Ahmed didn’t really expect the ‘broparty at Iota Chi to turn out exactly this way, but he wasn’t complaining. Iota Chi was well known as the
gay frat
and their bro parties were basically gay raves. Better than any club he’d ever gone to, as well.

Ahmed had pulled on his most flattering pair of tiny speedos under his jeans and headed to the party fully intending to lose the jeans. He’d been right, he’d

“Lin?”

The voice wasn’t as deep and masculine as Lin had imagined it would be. The owner of it stepped into the light, out of a bead curtain that had a pleasant tinkling sound when it moved. He wore leather pants that concealed very little, and nothing above them, which concealed even less.

“Yes, thats me.” Lin stood, unsure what to do or say.

“I’m Master Basu. Call me Sir.&rdquo

Karl watched his neighbour’s son through the window. He was sweating up a storm, wearing nothing more than a tiny pair of shorts, as he mowed the lawn in the beating sun. Karl licked his lips every time he looked at the boy.

Karl knew he was in full view of the boy, but he still let his hand stray to the bulge in his shorts and rub it firmly. His cock throbbed at the small attention, begging for more, but destined to be denied. For now.

He

I slurped in through the front door, like a good law abiding citizen. I wasn’t here to commit trespassing felonies. Despite that, the young stud on the front register objected.

“Excuse me. Sir?” He stood up from his seat, and peered over the counter at my amorphous, lime green shape on the floor.

Sighing mentally, I paused and slowly formed a pair of eyes and a mouth. I didn’t really need either, but I found it made humans

“Jase? Jase? Come down stairs please!” Delilah Marco’s shrill voice echoed through the house. She gave an apologetic smile to the guest sitting across from her. “He really is a rambunctious teenager. Very intelligent too.”

The guest’s purple lips broke into a smile. “No worries Mrs Marco, we’ll fix that for you.”

“Oh I’m so relieved.” She nodded happily while they waited for

“Are we ready?”

An intern at the console nodded brightly. I glanced through the two-way mirror to the room beyond, and waited as the doors opened and our subjects entered.

When I first started work at the Luxe industries, I expected it’d be . . . . a lot different than it was. I’d been scouted right out of finishing my degree, and put onto the most cutting edge project at Luxe - the LuxeBoob pill.

8/8 Day. Leon rolled over in bed with a grunt, only half awake with dimly thoughts of today. Everyone had been looking forward to it. It was the day when all the rules on vore went out the window and the city government turned off the reformers. If you got splattered, churned or otherwise ended today, that was it. If a predator was big enough to eat you, you were going down. The police were more likely to feed you to the pred than help.

Studio lights beat down on the presenter in her perfectly cut scarlet dress. She wiped her forehead down and took a gulp from the water bottle an assistant offered. “Is my makeup good?” A nod of assent from the assistant. She handed back the bottle and plastered on a smile. Her ivory teeth almost shining.



 



The camera moved forward and the director nodded. &ldqu

“Is it alive?” Mikael poked the Gelatinous Cube with the end of his spear. The ten foot square of slightly blue goop wobbled from the touch but didn’t move. The human frowned.


The elf next to him consulted a small book he had conjured. “I’ve no clue. This thing doesn’t mention Gelatinous Cubes dying randomly.” He dismissed the book with a huff of frustration, a puff of smoke sending it back to where it came. “W

Ursaean Slugs are a major pest, ever
since humans landed on their homeworld and accidentally brought them
home in the ore they were mining. On Earth and highly developed
worlds, they’re easy to control. In less developed worlds, they are
troublesome. Especially due to their attraction to magnetic fields.
They hunt small mammal analogs who emit strong magnetic fields, a
quirk of the environment on Ursaea. As a result when deprived of
their natural prey they look for meals with other magnetic fi

Sweaty and heaving
the soldier gasped, his camo pants around his ankles, ass dripping
cum as his comrades gently guided the sucker towards his head. He
panted, giving them a thumbs up, his cock throbbing where it leaked
pre between his legs.
He knew his duty and
he didn’t fight as his head slid inside a fragrant blossom, the
musk making his cock twitch. His comrades knelt by his side, stroking
and massaging him. A warm hand cupped his full balls, a ring still
holding his precious load in.
This

Laken moaned
through a very good dream, shifting around in his bed, the hot air
making his skin sweaty under the covers. A hardon tented the covers
as the football captain imagined his dirtiest fantasies in the deep
of his sleep. Fantasies he’d never admit to himself, of being
fucked by his best friend, lying moaning over the locker room
benches, half stripped as his buddy railed his ass.
A particularly
good moment occurred in his dream and he kicked out, knocking his
covers off his sweaty bo

Ghost Hunting Ain’t What It Used
To Be
Ghost hunting used to be more
glamourous. You hunted down malevolent beings, fought possessed
bodies or floating household objects controlled by a poltergeist.
Sometimes you got covered in ectoplasm, sure, but it was a lot like
hollywood portrayed it. Scary phantasms being banished in creepy old
mansions. Now . . . technology messed with ghosts so badly that
they’d manifest, and end up stuck possessing the closest electric
force. I had seen possessed to

Delphi’s parties were always the best
in town. She had quality alcohol, a fucking awesome house, heated
pool, and the best party games. Anything went at Delphi’s. The girl
was smoking hot, like for real - she made steam come out of men’s
ears as she walked past, and loaded. In both manners. Her tits were
fabulous, and her bank balance was even bigger.
Which is why expensive gimmicks like
the Booth of Chance could be found at her parties. I glanced at the
shiny silver, open fronted booth o

My cock was throbbing, almost plum
purple, as I gripped it with one hand. The thickness of it felt
reassuringly warm against my palm as I stared down my body, naked as
the day I came into the world. It felt kind of fitting to go out of
it in the same way. Though, of course, there were the socks. I hadn’t
intended today to be my last when I woke up, but now it seemed it was
going to be.
I’d had breakfast - cereal with milk,
rather bland. Then I showered and pulled on some clothes, having
trou

James scratched his sack as he
stretched, standing in navy blue socks beside his rumpled bed. His
heavy pair of orbs wobbled as he played with them. The muscled
football player glanced over at his roommate, still sleeping in the
bed across the dorm. The covers had slipped down over night and his
naked body was exposed. James grinned mischievously.
Tiptoeing across the room, so as to not
wake Rob, he made his way to the small wood desk that held his closed
laptop. He pulled out the sole draw and