Holy shit holy shit holy SHIT!! You scream in your head. You’re grinning like an idiot, focused almost more on the past than the now. You only vaguely register the unusually heavy steps following behind you as your mind’s eye gawks over every detail it can grasp.I can’t believe I just saw that! This was the best goddamn decision of my LIFE!The thing that pulls you back to reality is your pants- or more accurately, what’s inside them. Twitching. Just in time, too, because

“Oh, don’t look so glum, Alexander!” An iron gauntlet smacked encouragingly into chainmail. “With a legend like you leading the charge, we hardly have anything to worry over.”“Apologies,” Sir Alexander replied, mustering up a false smile and hearty chuckle to cover his expression. “…I only wonder if we truly understood the king’s order. Did he really mean for us to journey to slay this particular dragon? I mean, sh-sure it’s possible,

She ran as fast as she could, her breathing heavy, the load on her back even heavier. She shifted the straps digging into her shoulders as best she could, but she never stopped running, sprinting. She had to get to the castle. It was the only hope.All around her, terrified screams and pained cries echoed off the cobblestone, bouncing around between houses and down streets, filling the city with a horrible chorus, wailing over the constant roar of ever-growing flames. And above it all, in furious

*huff* *huff* *huff* “Ah!” *huff* *huff* “Ug-” *huff* *huff* *huff* *huff*You dash as quickly as your little legs could possibly carry you, heart pounding as hard as your feet, breath rushing through your body as you rush through the underbrush of the forest floor. You zig past fallen branches, zag around shrubs and hop over roots, darting around in a blur.But they’re still behind you. You can hear them. Somehow, even over your own ragged sounds you can hear them. T

He was nervous, but he tried to be brave.There had been so much over the last few days; an unending flow of new experiences. Unfamiliar faces coming and going and unfamiliar places along with them; this building, that building; rooms of all different sizes and materials, some of them stable, others on wheels. Darkness and light had traded turns, sometimes for long stretches and other times in brief flashes.And then there was the present moment. Currently, it was dark. Dark and quiet. It had been

James heard the dull thuds approaching and looked to the door. Through his glass wall, he watched it open. In walked June, dressed for business, as she’d been when they’d said goodbye. He looked at her straight on, but she did not immediately look at him. Her eyes flicked by him as she entered and turned toward her large, elaborate wardrobe. She seemed to be in a bit of a haze: with a distant gaze and a neutral, perhaps slightly unhappy expression.She opened the wardrobe and seemed t

“Nessa? …Vanessa? …You here?” His whispering was a bit loud, and sounded even louder given the utter silence all around. He peered through the dark, relying mostly on memory and the stray reflections of moonlight to guide him. Stepping carefully further into the little enclosure, he called again, ‘whispering’ even louder, “Nessa!? NE-”“Boo.”“Whagh!!”The quietest little scare, right in his ear, had triggered a sound louder than anyth

“Okay Joey, time to come out~” Leo said in a somewhat teasing, somewhat playful voice.He’d been taking a little catnap in the sun, and at some point between his carefree relaxation, and his periodic stretching, he had come to recognize a certain weight at his far end, a bit of mounting pressure. Normally he wouldn’t have thought much of it, simply gone off and done his business, but today he was carrying a special ‘load’.Padding along on his four paws, he wigg

Molly Blyndeff sat stiffly behind the register of the Blyndeff Toy Emporium. From a distance, one might have mistaken her for one of the toys, a stand-in put in place to ‘keep the seat warm’ while the real cashier was away. Her cute little handmade bear hoodie only helped the image. And after all, what twelve-year-old would actually be working a checkout line?The answer was Molly. Molly was. Sitting at the counter of the empty store, waiting out the minutes, putting all her attention

Molly frowned as she spotted the potato chip fragments lingering in her tan fur. She brushed herself off, but knew she wouldn’t be able to help making more. She stuck a few fresh chips between her oversized front teeth and munched on them, making some minimal effort to stay clean.Most of her attention was on the TV, flipping through channels. It was a fairly standard night for her, cozied up on her couch. Times like this made her feel almost contented. Sure, she couldn’t quite shake

*guuurgle*“Well, someone’s hungry,” Jane lightly teased. Rebecca gave a little awkward smile and glanced away.“Guilty,” she admitted. Dim chatter filled their ears as the two girls walked down the campus hall together.“Well, let’s go find Jill and head to dinner.”“Sounds good to me. Any idea where she might be?”“If I know my sister, she’ll already be halfway to our room,” Jane said.“Oh, right, there’s a tes

*gulp* … … … … *SPLASH* … *gurgle*“Woah,” you breathe, as a big lump of… something, comes plopping down into the thick stew around you. The slop is already almost up to your knees, which in the confined space are themselves almost up to your neck, and with this new arrival- this new food- the liquids rise even higher.It comes to rest bobbing up between your legs. It is certainly a big hunk of something, nearly the size of your own chest. Whatever it had been, she’d

She went stealthily through the grass, if only because the grass was tall and she was short. She actually moved around a fair bit, her hips wiggling with youthful excitement, and her tail twitching and swaying idly, pushing stalks over in her wake. A serious, practiced predator would have been careful and calculated in their movements, but a dragon hatchling? Hunting was just far too exciting for her to contain herself. She flexed her as-of-yet-useless wings, folded against her back of dull-gold

It was a normal day at the governor’s mansion, until the tentative knock at the door.Lying on the couch with a paw over her eyes, governor Diane Foxington groaned. She’d never dare show such a lack of decorum where anyone could see, but here in her home, with nobody but her lupine lover present? The poor vixen had enough damn tasks on her plate today, she had earned that groan fair and square. A high school graduation speech, the public library fund, upgrades to the municipal waste p

“You nervous?”“Well, yeah, kind of.”“You don’t have to be; it’s not like this is going to be her first time or anything.”“Yeah- um- sure, but… you know, it is mine.”“Fine, be nervous. She says we taste better that way.”Nash stopped talking as the lump in his fuzzy throat tightened. He breathed a bit deeper, and made an effort to feel the concrete beneath each of his four paws, to focus on something real in order to keep hi

*Swallowing*“Mmmph! MMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!!”“Mmmmmmm~”“He’s almost down,” Abigail said in an almost sing-song voice, her familiarly cheerful and encouraging demeanor on bright display. But her voice let on a bit more than just that, like a touch of her own personal excitement, and maybe even one or two other feelings which tended to sneak out in these situations. Not that it mattered; with only the two of them in the room, no one else was around to hear her.

He sat on his rock, atop his hill, looking up rather bleakly at the beautiful blue sky, with its puffy white whisps drifting past through the sunlight. The wind blew by with its mild chill, ruffling the many trees keeping him company.“Jake?”Jake took his eyes off the blue and cast them down the winding trail up which he’d trekked. He couldn’t see anyone yet, but he knew in another moment his solitude would be coming to an end. Just as well, he supposed; it’s not lik

“I think my dad’s the best ‘cause he always plays catch with me, even when he’s busy. What about you Billy?”“Hmm… I think my dad’s the best cause he’s really funny. He always tells the funniest jokes.”“What about you, Bella? Why do you think your dad’s the best?”“Hmm…” The wind blew gently past the group of children as the little girl thought. “I think he’s the best cause he’s big and strong

“Hahahah!”“…”“… That… that was a joke, right?”He shook his head matter-of-factly, his expression rather blank.She shifted her scaly, serpentine body as she crinkled her brow in confusion.“But, you wouldn’t- I mean- …Are you actually serious?” she asked.He nodded.“You want me to eat you?”“You could do it, right?”“Well, yeah, I think…” she almost involuntarily glanced down the length of his human fo

“How are you doing in there?” asked the girl with the bulging belly. Her voice distant, her eyes slightly closed, with a slight smile across her lips.The reply took a moment to come, slow and heavy.“…Hot… and tired…” replied the hidden voice of the other girl. She’d long since surrendered control of her limbs, now just sagging weights she could feel pulling her body down, sinking into the tight enclosure of the fleshy walls. Her breaths were slow, with distinc

“Ahhh…” Rowen sighed with contentment. He stretched his legs out on the grass, and leaned back against a familiar texture: hard, but limber. He looked forward, off the grassy hilltop and toward the sunset, disappearing behind the mountains and painting the whole sky red and orange and gold. He took in the silence of the evening, feeling the wind blow gently, and felt content, as if he could sit there for days or weeks or even longer.“This is a good one.” The voice rumbl

It started when I heard Ash’s belly rumbling. I was sleeping on it cause it makes a soft pillow, but it was so loud it woke me up. It was making lots of funny sounds.*gurgle*!*glorp*!*grruuuuug**pop*!Ash must be a super heavy sleeper, cause he stayed asleep through the whole thing. It was too loud for me, though, so I just sat there and listened for a while.*grrrrrrplop**squish**gop*I turned around to watch too, but I couldn’t really see anything. Even though it was making all that n

Part 1“So, I guess I win our little wager.”Isaac looked up from the pages, fluttering wildly in his hands as the wind whipped by.“Wager?” he asked.“Remember when we first got to Delvon? I told you we wouldn’t be staying there longer than a week.”He didn’t quite remember, but that certainly sounded like the sort of rash thing he’d bet on, and her memory was impeccable.“Uh oh, what did I stake on it this time?” he asked regretfully.

[There is an alternate version of this story named "Reality Check". The stories are nealy the same, but in this version the pred is a bit more playful/teasing.]“…Ugh…” He put a hand to his head, wearily opening his eyes.“Good, you’re finally up.”Alarmed, he scrambled to sit up and looked around; unsure of where he was or what was going on, and plagued by the inexplicable feeling that he was somehow in horrible danger.“Who’s there? Where am I?!”

[There is an alternate version of this story named "Wake-Up Call". The stories are nealy the same, but in this version the pred is a bit colder/harsher.]“…Ugh…” He put a hand to his head, wearily opening his eyes.“Good, you’re finally up.”Alarmed, he scrambled to sit up and looked around; unsure of where he was or what was going on, and plagued by the inexplicable feeling that he was somehow in horrible danger.“Who’s there? Where am I?!” He was

“Oof, what a day,” Noah muttered. Barging into his own, empty room, he tossed his bookbag onto the floor, turned and flopped strait down onto his bed. The young boy had been expecting the soft, cool embrace of his comfy sheets. What he hadn’t been expecting were the strange scratching and grumbling noises that suddenly seemed to spring from beneath him.He quickly sat up, realizing he could feel something bumping up against the underside of the mattress. Startled and confused, h

“Hey
James, come out here for a sec.”
“Where
are you?”
“In
the back.”
James
made his way through the empty wooden house over to the back door. He
opened it to the greeting of the shining sun, filtering gently
through one of the nearby trees. He stepped outside and onto the
grass. It was a beautiful autumn day; nice and cool, the trees had
just barely begun to shed their leaves, and the constant rustle of
the wind passing through the nearby forest was like a symphony. He
walked out a

Edmund
looked up sharply as a shadow darted over him, his jaw falling
slightly open as he began to stare. He had heard there were dragons
living in these parts, but the sight of the airborne silhouette
looming watchfully overhead still weakened his nerves.
Ed
had never seen one himself until now, but he had been assured that
they were nothing to worry about. From what he had been told, the
dragons and humans here hadn’t had any unpleasant encounters in
generations. He had been made certain tha

“And
I have to say, this boar is an excellent catch. How did you ever
manage to get your hands on it?” the man asked, seeming to marvel
at the recently deceased hog on display.
“I
caught three of them, actually, just the other day. I sold off the
other two some hours ago; too bad I couldn’t sell this one- unless
you’re looking to buy?” she replied.
This
man had been admiring her wares for some time now, but had yet to
make an offer on anything. Now the sun was getting low, and what�