Club MurderContent Warning: A Scene Of Violence That Involves Blood And Death This place was great. Not only was it much smaller and more manageable, but the pay was better. The only downside was when a patron would get a bit too handsy I was supposed to play into it. I couldn’t just eat them anymore, at least not when my bosses were there to tell me off. I had a pretty good work around though, since I knew where all the cameras were, and exactly what they could and couldn’t see, I knew

Sin’s Massive Meal



Written by Gassythecat




Sin is a micro chipmunk anthro, who likes swallowing larger anthros from a cult whole. Flora the Sheep Cult Leader is willing to sacrifice someone to be prey to Sin. Sin and Flora are in a dimly lit cave, and Sin is hungry.




Flora looks at her cult

Stranger Danger



Written by Gassythecat




An Ocelot anthro named Rex is wandering around the park. He's tall, muscular, and has a handsome face. He's not wearing any clothes, and his tail is long and thick. As he walks, he notices an anthro lizard named Lizzie sitting on a bench. He approaches her and says, "Hello there, miss. Mind if I join you?"

Rachael, instead of going home to be with her friends, is walking to detention for assaulting Saiya. Although she wasn't worried about being eaten, she was sorta nervous. She has never been in detention before, but she heard that the taboo of preds eating other preds does not apply there. She knew she needed to be careful there.


She walked through the door, and saw many other kids were in there. A lot of preds, and a few humans. She recognized two of them: N

5) Support


“Alright, who’s next?” Ragnar called out, surveying his party. The whole party was bruised, bleeding, filthy from dungeon dust and sweaty, but this was it, finally. They stood in front of the boss' doors and they were ready to challenge it. The legendary Red Dracolich was a level sixty boss, and defeating it promised riches and enough XP to get each of them ten, maybe fifteen levels. The reason for such a huge boost was that

There were two cats sat at the bar, friends, but oddly mismatched.One was a hulking orange-furred kzin, eight feet tall if he stood up straight and six hundred pounds of muscle and fur. His tail was naked and pink, as were his frilled ears, and yellow stripes among the orange gave him his nickname. His rank wasn't high enough to be granted an actual name; 'Yellowstripe' was good enough for now. He wore only a harness of gray leather that supported a few tools and pouches, as his genitals hid ins