Mr. and Mrs. Harris had left the house early in the morning. They had a long drive ahead of them, all the way into the city, where he was treating his wife to a high street shopping spree. They left their son Jack at home without a babysitter. He was old enough to take care of himself for a day, and besides, it was summer vacation, so he'd probably love spending the day without any nosy parents watching over him. His only responsibility for the day was to let the dog out once in a while.Like all

Walking the dog 4: Tracking Hank’s next dump
(vore, digestion, disposal)
 
 
Lucy felt a guilty warmth in her lower belly as she walked her massive great dane past various missing pet posters towards a further away part of town she and her dog rarely visited. She knew exactly where a few of the missing cats and bunnies and hamsters were, given how often she had “Lost grip” of Hank’s leash right before he jumped someone’s garden fence. The memories of how she had heard the s

Not again, Johanna thought. Ring ring ring, there goes the alarm. Another morning, another day, another day of school. She opened his eyes, looking to her room. A bit of light managed to push its way from under the curtains covering the windows, but otherwise it was pretty dark. It wasn't hard to recognize a young woman's room. Posters of bands that Johanna had been fan of younger still covered the walls. It wasn't that she didn't like most of them anymore, but it felt bit... cringy to have a wa

Stanku trade: Owl baby food
(vore, digestion, regurgitation, talking animals)
 
“Hold still dammit, you are going down either way.” hissed the owl, the sharp talons of one foot dug into the dark and light grey striped house cat while balancing on the other, wings extended to not be toppled over by his struggling prey.
“Get off me, you savage beast!” hissed the cat in return.
“Oh is the poor pampered pet unwilling to die? Usually I would go for a bird or a rat, but my little on

Late at night, a young girl, Amelia, was walking along a neighborhood road with her big brother, Dusty. Of course, along with the two was Dusty’s girlfriend, Charlotte. Being the little sister, Amelia naturally didn’t care much for Charlotte, and the girlfriend had similar feelings for Amelia, it’s not like Charlotte was openly mean to Dusty or anything, but seemed to influence him more and more, like her big brother didn’t even care about her anymore… So, Amelia o

Gail the naga slithered along the side of the pool, her lifegaurd shirt and hat fit snuggly to her body as her whistle glinted in the sunlight. The pool was reflecting the light into her eyes every now and then so she had pulled her hat down in front of her face to protect them. During this time, and due to the hat, she did not notice a young anthro albino kangaroo in the private pool getting on a pool floatie, sticking some earbuds into hear ears, and sticking the mp3 player into her little pou