(cw:
neuter, rubber furs, size difference, cartoonyness, neuter groin,
suggestive vore bulge placement )
Tris
looked around. He’d never been in this part of the forest. He
hadn’t left rubber behind, thankfully. The trees and canopy
glistened and squirked softly as the wind passed over the leaves,
which filtered light down to the squishy, well-polished ground. The
skunk sighed, taking a few steps towards a tree and giving it a kick
with one of his little hindpaws.
“Lost,
sweetie?”
Turning

(cw:
implied voodoo, maleherm, mind alteration, unbirth, tattoos, prey
markings, the word papa gets thrown around )
“Don’t
go turnin’ back on our deal.” The deep bass of the ghostly pale
gator rumbled through the zebra.
Tris
swallowed and nodded, “I just didn’t realize what your methods
would be.”
The
gator stroked over his broad, tattooed gut, “And now that you
know?”
The
zebra shuddered a bit, “I… uh…”
“Shush,
child. Let your papa take care of everything.” As he s

(cw:
overeating, burgers, object eating, casual vore, endosoma, sudden
swallow, cartoon physics, a skunk is there )
Trissie
wagged. Jay had ordered in a ton of burgers for his houseguests, and
the labby had gotten to them first, happily unwrapping one and
starting to munch.  He hadn’t counted on this meaning he’d
be between various hungry critters and a pile of food.
A
certain German Shepherd for instance, who wobbled greatly with every
movement, came up behind the only pudgy black pup

(cw:
Size play, implied incest, hyper cocks, cartoony stretching, cum
inflation, popping, implied fatal, cliche furry smut setting)
The
jackalope grinned, dragging his shy rodent friend through the
flashing lights of the club. Croix had helped dress his friend like
himself, both wearing flashy, colourful, and most importantly tight
clothing. “C’mon, the dtf guys usually hang out at the back!”
The lope shouted over the music filling the air.
Tris
held on for dear life to his friend’s hand

(cw:
Tailsnare, anal vore, facesitting, implied fatal, implied absorption,
masturbation, prostate stimulation)
Tris
yelped, his ballcap flying off as the pokemon's tail ensnared him and
yanked him to the ground. It had been a bad idea to get near this big
of a raichu.
The
pokemon grinned, "You know where trainers go, right?"
Tris
stared in disbelief. The pokemon was talking?
The
bolt-tipped tail squeezed on the trainer as the raichu turned to show
off his shapely hips and rear end, &q

(cw:
cultural appropriation, huge testes masquerading as other things,
booze, weight gain, transformation, ass expansion, hyper growth )
Circ
staggered into a clearing. His trip to Japan was not going well. He
wondered which way was out of this forest, and back to the hotel. He
panted, before standing up straight again.
Ahead
of him, sitting in front of a stump in the middle of the clearing,
was a rotund male, wearing only a loincloth, sitting crosslegged atop
a white cushion, the same color as

(cw:
Funky mind things, dissociation, rubber critter, vore, absorption
digestion, transparent/translucent confusion)
It
took a lot to wake Tristan when he was asleep. So it was no surprise
that whatever had happened during the night went unnoticed. His first
conscious thought was of the distinct odors of latex and strawberry.
Not proper real strawberries, but the synthetic flavor put into
candy. And then when he opened his eyes, his bedroom was tinted red.
He blinked slowly, and realized somethi

 (cw: suicidal ideation, transformation, absorption, size difference, buff zeebs getting hips )
 
  "Just kill me." Croix muttered into the broad chest of his friend holding him.
 
  Tristan squeezed gently, "I'm not going to hurt you." The muscular zebra had been holding the despondent jackalope for what must have been hours, laying on Croix's bed with Tristan on the bottom.
 
  "I don't want to deal with life a

 Tristan walked into work, the black Labrador putting on his badge and heading to his laboratory. He was an intern, hoping to be done and get his credits soon. His supervisors seemed a bit too cold for a scientific environment in his opinion.
 
  He didn't have much time to think about it though, as a klaxon started to blare before he even got to his assigned laboratory. He looked around quickly, trying to determine what exactly the alarm meant. He heard some people