Paloma twiddled her fingers nervously as she waited for her ride to pull up. The chance to go to school in another country was one she couldn’t pass up, but she’d been a little worries about the idea of staying with a host family. She had some idiosyncrasies that she wasn’t too sure would go over well, not the least of which was the massive cock tucked carefully away between her legs. Well. Carefully as in, she had a skirt covering it. It wasn’t really the kind of thing y

Azima grinned as he walked along, his sister at his side. “Come on, Zhara’s really nice.”
Tamu rolled her eyes. “She’s a lioness, Azi. We’re zebras. She invited us to a party.”
He sighed and looked over at her. “So?”
“So there’s only one reason we’d be invited to a lioness party!”
“Maybe. Maybe they’re just looking to be friendly.”
Tamu gritted her teeth. “And what are you planning to do if they

I woke up with a soft moan to feel Izarth rubbing against me. His maleness had the most lovely bumps and ridges, and as he rocked his hips, it teased at my womanhood. I grinned and rocked back into him, feeling him slide between my thighs, my eyes closing again as I enjoyed his teasing. We’d been mates for almost a year at this point, and he’d sired a strong, wonderful clutch for me. Now, they were out seeking their territories, and our drives were rising up again, the desire to spaw

Allan blushed a little as the King laid a medal around his neck, set off against his dark brown fur. “Thank you, sire,” he said softly.
The tall Menorphan grinned a little. “No, thank you, Allan Johnson. You have saved us all.”
He hadn’t really intended to, of course. When the jump coordinates had gotten scrambled, he’d been less than pleased to say the least. Dropping out of hyperspace blind to try and recoordinate had been nerve wracking, and he wasn’t

This, Tanya thought, is the life.
She was in a harem style setting, relaxing on cushions and silks, while the sun rose outside. The open room had a gentle breeze coming through it, a little warm, a little cool, billowing gauzy, filmy curtains so they flapped and whispered in the air. Surrounding her were handsome men and women, some taking their pleasure in each other while she watched, some touching and stroking her body. But the centerpiece was the young man that was feeding himself to her coc

Darien stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the club curiously. He passed it on the way home from school every night, and he was always tempted to look in, see what it was all about. Well, he knew what it was all about. It was a “supper club” a place where you could go to hook up, dance, and get eaten. And the young otter was...well, he’d had all kinds of weird fantasies about what went on inside Mixer. Admittedly, he’d had fantasies about being eaten all his life, but he

The little house was mostly quiet. It was going on midnight and the heat of summer was just beginning to make itself felt, the air outside warm to the point of sweating for the past week, even when the sun went down. So though most of the habitants of the house were asleep, the sound of fans and the soft hum and gurgle of window AC units provided a constant background. Except for one room, a room towards the back of the house that was always warmer in the summer and colder in the winter. Well, i