With years of scouting locations, months of exploring the woodlands, and several days of sleep to prepare for such a momentous occasion, Rey Famoso had finally claimed a kingdom of his own. He’d been chasing a location suitable of someone as great as himself for quite some time and this neck of the deep woods was just right for him. It hadn’t been too difficult to claim either. He’d simply declared it his and when nobody challenged him,

    
The circus had come to town. Great booming fireworks, the bouncy tunes of circus music, and laughter filled the cool night air. If one listened a little closer though, they could hear other noises peeking through: gurgling, burps, and moans. Though the tents looked standard it was anything but, for this was Gurgline’s Circus of Vore~! Gurgline’s was the finest adult entertainment circus in all the land, boasting the finest predators, the most

    
It had been centuries since the last time that Sakine could say she had a true follower. All her altars had been abandoned and lost to time, all her blessings ended long ago, and not once had a mortal tried to contact her in these hundreds of years. Being stuck in the divine realm with no connection to the mortal realm, it left her feeling so… BORED! What was the point of being so wildly beautiful with nobody to leer at her? Why be so durable if no

    
Klymene’s collection of statues was her pride and joy. The way she saw it, any old gorgon could amass a garden filled with fear and agony, of lost battles and mistakes. Her collection was a little more goofy. Some statues were confused, others were laughing, a small number looked aroused, and among all of them not one look of horror could be found. Klymene always found other gorgons to be needlessly terrifying, after all, to kill someone all she had

    
The hope of all citizens was to have someone light their darkest hour. For anyone who could be considered vulnerable or weak, there needed to be a shield. Heroes were a commonality in this world, superheroes could be found all over the globe helping people and stopping dastardly villains. But none of them truly looked out for the common person. Most heroes were obsessed with getting media attention rather than genuinely looking out for the safety of the p

    
In a world where the gods are to choose champions to carry out their will, it wasn’t difficult to spot who was a champion and who wasn’t. Avov the Mouthless served as the god of hunger. After having eaten several of the other gods they took his mouth, and when eating several more they took the bottom half of his body. His champion was endowed in ways he could not be; Malvedo Culo sported an ass the size of a wagon. There was enough space betwe

    
Mango’s nightly scroll before bed usually started at around 10pm. He used to work during the day and didn’t get home until late so he didn’t usually have a chance to catch anything before then. Memes, porn, game reviews, he had a wide variety of taste but one thing usually topped it all: Calypso. The cheek, the cheeks, the confidence, and the big gurgling bellies, the content of Calypso’s posts enticed him. Watching him dance, dige

    
Four years of dating had culminated in this. Seeing a couple walk through the park together was plenty normal but the pair’s attire was… odd. Dana’s outfit was normal, dog demihumans were usually sporty, especially a golden retriever like him, so his croptop and booty shorts were pretty normal. Usually dog boys also liked collars but he didn’t have one on, instead he had a leash in his hand. It was attached to the collar his girlf

    
Kola wasn’t known for being smart, but this was probably his most idiotic idea yet. Usually his specialty was scaling buildings so the prospect of sneaking through dozens and dozens of underground tunnels didn’t usually appeal to him but, that’s precisely what the southern girlyboy was doing. Usually he was smart enough to pick targets he could actually reasonably beat but this time, he’d need a real miracle. After all, usually hum

    
The worst thing about the jungle was how quickly the floor could become a new coat of paint. With beings as heavy as a cybertronian or a maximal it was all but guaranteed that some level of mud and muck was going to get caught between their gears. The humidity made it twice as annoying since the mud would never dry out. It always remained juuuuuuust wet enough to not come off with a simple scrape. Twigs could be plucked out, animals could be scared off,

    
The queen’s legs wriggled and kicked as they hung out of Pheros’ maw. It wasn’t out of fear or anguish, rather, the woman could barely contain herself. Pheros had held her there for torturous minutes on end, teasing her with packing her away into his gut. Her head was in his stomach mere inches away from the acid that would end her life, but alas, the queen wouldn't be granted such a quick fate. Pheros’ tongue was deep in her jewel

    
Even the whipping of ice on the blizzard's wind couldn’t come close to the biting cold of the glares the pair was giving eachother. On one side of the storm was Catraya, a muscular demoness with huge tits, twisted thorny horns, and bits of fire dancing across her eyes. On the other side of the storm was Aithen, a femboy angel with ass enough to make even the demoness before him blush. The pair were giant, at least three times the size of an average

Calypso cared not for the worries of life nor the woes of existence, usually. He worked as a stripper at a vore club and boasted this aura of excitement about him, yet there was that little bit of
something
that kept him down. He danced all day and all night, using his body to get a rise out of others and feasting on those oh so gracious customers who decided that going down his throat was better than going down on him. His ass was fat, his thighs were firm, his

    
Parlous Edge had always been a quiet town. When the pair of knight girls had arrived, not a word was uttered to or about them. People just continued going about their business without paying any heed to the visitors. There were no passing looks, no glances, nothing. They just moved like ants, scuttling about without a care in the world. The knights, Aster and Joanne, had thought that this was going to be easy but clearly this was something deeper than the

    
Today was the day Kaoi finally got to make a move. The cheetah demihuman had been waiting for too long for this type of opportunity. Her first attempt to get herself eaten had come when she was in college, though a boy quickly ate the girl she’d been flirting with all night. The next serious attempt was a trip to the alpines, though that didn’t work because she got too cold and felt like death for the entire trip. The third time was right afte

    
Tonight was the night. All your saving, all your penny-pinching, it had all come down to this. You were finally here in the Captain’s Drink, a den of debauchery and sin, yet the finest place for one’s life to end. Music bumped and practically the whole building shook with bass as some very pretty boys danced about on stage, bathed in the purple light of the lobby. None of them were the ones you were here to see though; you had the privilege of

    
Queen Metyda was a giant dragoness as twisted and powerful as the very land she ruled. The dragon woman’s scales were as dark and fierce as the black bogs she owned, her face was as deceptively beautiful as her palace, her garb was as ready for battle as her swamps were ready to devour any adventurers foolish enough to venture there, and her claws were as sharp as the twisted thorns of the metal crown she wore. Her green-eyed gaze was enough to kill

    
“Did you actually get it?” Rebecca asked curiously.


    
“Yeah, of course I did,” Jenny replied confidently.


    
“But aren’t they like, super illegal and dangerous?” Rebecca asked cautiously.


    

    
The mountains of Breshkifnor were supposedly home to many a beast and wild thing. From the Krallix scrap crawlers to Vonmort harpies, for every letter of the alphabet there was some beast here to match. As wild of a rumor as this is, there wasn’t enough evidence to prove they were real. No sightings, no accounts, it was all rumors… except for one. It was more than just rumors that a dragon by name of Oryx the Warwing lay somewhere along these

    
Kola absolutely despised this. There was nothing quite so… restricting, quite so… embarrassing. Every step he took waa torture, every little movemwnr his legs had to make was such brutal shame, nothing could possibly have topped this as the worst experience he’d had on a job. Kola was pretty, Kola was thick, Kola was sleek, he wasn’t designed for this! These damn dress pants were suffocating his soft thighs while simultaneously t

    
Nobody would have suspected him of anything, that boy could get away with anything. Professor Inola Adagio of the
Vorhulen College of Magics and Science was a gentle being, most thought. He was short and had a body like a teardrop. His upper half was too dainty to be considered violent and his lower half was too thick to be intimidating, the boy having better thighs and more ass than most of the girls on campus. His ears were big and fluf

    
Elora sat in her darling's room on the bed, she bit her lip as she waited for him to return. She actually really liked this one, he let her order him around and sometimes he even seemed like he liked it. She thought his kingdom was so cute, she couldn't wait to take him here on their honeymoon, showing him just what her way of ruling is~ After a while she couldn't wait anymore and began to dig through his worn clothes, she couldn't help it, he was so hot

    
“Maggie’s Melancholy is the pinnacle of expressive art from the Mavlov period. Painted in 1504 this piece…” the tour guide said, probably fading into some grand lecture about the painting but the woman in the green dress was too captivated to listen. Indeed Maggie’s Melancholy was a masterpiece, in her eyes at least. It was a finely crafted canvas on which was a depiction of suffering. The pink-haired latex-clad incubus had

”Bear me High,



Send me Low,



Hunt me Down,



Oh Misery So,”







    
Saying it out loud wasn’t difficult. There were so many whispers around those words a

    
“Even with that grand body Moldöör gave you, ain’t no better work than being a dirty pirate is there?” the businessman questioned.


    
“Oi’ve not found an’ther life quite well sui’ed to me,” the pirate replied, rooting through the man’s stock.


    

    
The city was coming alive as it got later into the night, a limo pulling up to a rather exclusive club, with even more exclusive taste: The Captain’s Drink. The driver got out and opened the door for his clients, a lovely band of ladies celebrating a bachelorette party for the central figure in their group. Vanessa was all smiles as the five headed for the door, Roxy talking over with the doorman and letting them know about her connection from a fri

    
This church, it was wrong. The lights were dim, the walls were scratched up, and there was an acidic smell to the air that stung even the angels’ noses. As the gorgeous angel trio moved in, weapons drawn, something was watching them. Cielo —the woman in charge and a gold-armored angel of cleansing— was the first to take note of what exactly was wrong. Her golden eyes scanned over the front of the church before seeing odd markings on the

    
“When dealing with a vampire you can’t half-ass it. They’re dead already, they don’t bleed, blush, nor feel warm and by god if you don’t grind them down they will come back whatever you do,” that’s what Kola’s teacher had told him. Why that was only coming into play now Kola couldn’t quite comprehend. Before a week ago Kola had never even seen a vampire in person, let alone have one try to kill him, ye

    
Elora found herself being dragon chow quite often. Ever since she’d accepted that marriage proposal from that damn dragon she’d been a consistent source of nourishment from him. Now, it wasn’t like she
didn’t
like that, no, what about being devoured by such a ghastly beast as if she were common meat would possibly excite her? And to know he so enjoyed her taste enough to keep bringing her back just

    
Fire and death, that’s all Ángel could see. The town around him burning to the ground, riddled with bullet casings and snakes. They ravaged his home, destroying everything he’d known and plundering every little bit of anything they could find. Gold. People. Silver. The iron that came out of the wood. If it was worth anything or edible, they ripped it from his clutches.


    

    
Pheros’ home was surprisingly sparse. Located at the top of the tallest mountain in the Kylvintu strip, it was one of seven rooms built for the Khan-heirs. While the Khan themself lived in the depths below, the heirs were meant to live where everybody could see them, as judgment was meant to be passed onto them by the populace. That isn’t to say their homes weren’t private though.


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Despite being the chosen one, Arlin had never had the pleasure of being considered “lucky.” She’d been destined for greatness but never quite had the talent to get there. Magic didn’t come to her naturally, but her swordsmanship was unparalleled. Unfortunately the world around her was one more of magic than blades. Despite that she’d managed to make her way out into the world from her cushy padded seat in a mansion. She&rsquo

    
He looked so peaceful when he slept. The way his pudgy effeminate body just, laid there. So many prey packed away onto those curbs, the black-winged harpy was having difficulty not touching any more than she already was. They’d rented an inn for the night using money stolen from… generous benassfators; Inola was fairly excited about it, this was the first time since coming here that he;d gotten an actual bed. He’d conked out pretty much

    
Featherwick didn’t like this, it was far too, quiet? No. It being quiet here wouldn’t have been so odd, it wasn’t like towns didn’t have quiet spots. No no, this was weirder. The way everything just, was, it got under her skin. The imperial commander was hard to shake, especially so when wrapped up in a heavy set of platemail. Monsters, madmen, and magic failed to spike her heart rate and yet, this did. She could practically hear t

    
Lampella could tell just from the scent in the air when she woke up: this was going to be a good day. The candles of her dark abode were burning lowly but the scent they brought with them was simply divine. The smells of paper, dust, and the slightly sweet scent of the lavender candles made for a simply divine smelling experience. And better yet, a few seconds after waking up the air was filled with the pleasant symphonies of a piano.

    





    
Elora Vestigia was unused to such a place as this. Being royalty, and with the power of an entire kingdom behind her, Elora was used to living in much more, lovely conditions. The Kylvintu was by no means the lap of luxury. It was a stretch of land covered near completely in great swathes of rock and stone. From great towering mountains to deep ra

    
“Pheros!” she called, “Pheros!” she cried, and yet there was no response. The elven princess elicited a loud groan before continuing her trek through the castle. Dressed as your typical elven noble, complete with silken garments, a flower of crowns and sticks, and brandishing a runic sword strapped to her side. Elves are known for their beauty, and Elora was no exception. Features seemingly sculpted meticulously by a god, a body wi

    
Hunting was not a thing she was used to, especially not here. The black-winged harpy sat perched on a large branch in a tree, keeping her eyes and ears peeled and observing the world around her. There were too many noises down here! How did anybody expect to get anything done with all this rustling? Those leafs wiggled in the wind, that bush rustled, was it something she wanted to catch? It could have been. Those scraping noises, did those belong to a hum

It was a strange sensation, this feeling. It was an odd sense of calmness that washed over Lily. She wouldn’t have expected to hold such an emotion while in the middle of one of her greatest fears; with water stretching seemingly endlessly on all sides, and only the gods know what beneath the surface of the water below the ship… anything could be down there, and yet she had no fear, no anxiety. She just existed, her head absentmindedly swaying in tune with what she was hearing.

    
The sound of metal hitting stone was the only warning that came. A little spearhead had pierced the side of the grand castle right beneath one of the windows, allowing a cable to dangle off of its grip. The cable fell down into the darkness, having who knows what down at the bottom. The way the metal cable stayed still, surely it was tied to something? It didn’t move, so perhaps there was nothing on the line? Or so that’s what the only onlooke

Were one to come around the professor’s lecture hall on this night, they’d be befallen by a sickening sight: a poor soul was in a bloody rage. They were perplexed, utterly unable to process this grand humiliation. ‘Why, doesn’t this make sense?!’ the girl—no, at more than a glance one could see he wasn’t a woman— boy, thought, his hands and bushy tail flying across the blackboards. Both hands held in them multiple pieces of chalk, his fingers bendi