Across the city, on the other side of the computer screen, thick clawed fingers tapped away at the side of a timber desk. Long and painted green they curled up a little in anticipation of what was to come. Up above them a thick toothed smile curled into existence as Meryl’s tongue slid along them. coating the whites in thick, slippery lioness drool.
This could be quite dangerous work, leaving such an obvious digital trial behind her but Meryl was confident in her plan. So long as she got a

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“Hey, guys, guess where we’re going this summer?!”, the loud voice sounded through the common room, heralded by the bang of the door slamming into the much abused wall.
Milo let out a sigh, looking up from his phone where he had been busy browsing the news – and every so often switching over to the messenger app, checking if the “sent” symbol from his last message had yet switched to “read. Still no luck though…
So, tearing his mind aw

Pixy stirred awake, her vision slightly blurred and her head pounding like a drum. She could barely make out her surroundings, was she in a bedroom of some kind? Muffled music vibrated through the floor causing Pixy to suddenly remember where she was. Someone had invited her to a house party and practically dragged her along with the promise of a fun time. When Pixy attempted to move and rub her eyes, she found herself bound at the wrists and ankles by thick leather cuffs. This unsettling fact c

“Cha!” Alice cried.“Alice!”The green Alcremie squirmed against the Machop’s wooden tongs, but was held fast as she was lifted towards the pink Deerling. “Your appetizer,” the Macop said, his masked face lowered The Deerling cocked her head, and opened her mouth. Cha was placed on her little pink tongue.And then the Alcremie vanished unceremoniously from sight.The Deerling was not much bigger than the Alcremie, when all was said and done. The deer mon&rsq

Crocky-Wok, the boy-eating crocodile.No animal is half so vileAs Crocky-Wok the crocodile. On tasty humans he likes to munch,And sweet young boys are his favorite lunch. A boy meatloaf, or boy on toast,Such sweet young meat he likes the most. But best of all if they are nude,He knows they’ll be the perfect food.Down to his gut they’ll go to stew -He knows, he’s eaten quite a few. But now it’s time to go to bed. Lie down and rest your sleepy head.I’m sorry you have t

 Bryan grabbed the plastic sign on the front door and flipped it. He was now open for business, though as usual he was expecting a slow day. There just wasn't enough demand for taxidermy outside of hunting season. He was the only employee in this shop, but that was because he worked in a very specific field of the taxidermy world. His specialty was bones, or more accurately skeletons, and he was more or less forced to work alone because there was no one else he knew who could do what h