Who Can Last?
By the Wolf
Carl swallowed again, leaving only the paws outside his short muzzle while he rubbed his expanding belly. The zebra loved this moment in the meal, and he’d held out from temptation nearly the longest at the party, giving him a good shot. He reached up with a finger and started to push the hyena’s feet in between his lips and teeth, giving them a little tickle so that he could enjoy the convulsions through his gullet. This meal wasn’t as ticklish as som

Friends Thanksgiving
By the Wolf
Clint arrived at the house and hunted for a place to park. As he slowly crept along the street in his sedan, he checked the directions and the time on the cell phone hooked to his rearview mirror. Both the address and the time checked out, and the raven gave a confused frown.
Bess had said that he should arrive for the big Thanksgiving potluck at 1:00, but it was only 12:50 and the address she had given him was already packed with cars. Maybe a bunch of other peo

The Night Before
Voremas
By the Wolf
Twas the night before
Christmas, and all through my house
Not a creature was
stirring, not even the mouse
For that mouse was
inside me, digesting away
We’d met at a bar,
and she’d come home to stay.
Her squirming was done,
and now she was still
I relaxed on the couch,
with my sloshing gut filled.
Because I lived alone,
I could always indulge
In a nice quiet
Christmas, with a big belly bulge.
When outside of my
window, I heard jingling sounds
I hoisted mys

Don’t Touch the
Actors; They Will Not Touch You
By the Wolf
For
the most part, Gregor loved working for The Castle of Fear every
Halloween. It was a fun haunt gig; the place had its own permanent
site unlike some of the pop-up tents he’d once worked in; and as
one of the few Mythics in the region, the minotaur could demand a
pretty decent wage just to be there as one of the actors. Still,
mostly he did it for the fun of the season, even if the extra cash
was nice.
His
job was simple. In an a

Vorentine’s Day: Eric
and Seth
by the Wolf
Eric
stood outside the door to his apartment, holding a small bouquet of
flowers and taking a deep breath. He’d just come home from the gym
after a long day of work, his muscles were sore, he felt mentally
drained, and he was trying hard to get into the right headspace.
Valentine’s
Day should be a wonderful day for Seth and him; it always had been
the last five years they’d been together. And he couldn’t deny
that thinking about the thin, blon