"Let's sleep on it."
That's what the two Haileys agreed on. Will planted himself on the couch for the night, leaving both copies of his girlfriend to work things out for themselves. The two lay down in Hailey's bed together, leaving them to stare at each uncomfortably other until they drifted off to sleep.
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Hailey fell, landing somewhere soft and squishy. A glance showed that she now sat atop a rounded, fleshy hill. Looking up, she saw the massi

"Hi, honey."
Will paused the show he was watching and looked over his shoulder to see his girlfriend walking through the front door. "Don't you have D&D with the girls tonight?"
"Adriana couldn't get out of doing stuff with family, and Tara didn't want to run with only two players. That's the thing about a small group." Hailey threw her stuff on the counter and sat beside Will on the couch. "You know, Will, I keep telling you you're welcome to play with us. It might be fun to have a four-per

The rocks off the coast near the cliff were the worst hazard in this area. A lighthouse sat on top of the cliff to warn ships away at night, but even so, every so often, from recklessness or inattention or just bad luck, a ship would run up on the rocks. In the shallow waters, there was no chance a ship would go down with all hands, but it was odd that no one ever seemed to drown. Everyone who fell in the water washed up alive on shore.
One such man was the fisherman Lachlan. He hailed from an i

The pit fiend smiled maliciously at the marilith paladin Xanshaless. Chaotic evil demons like the six-armed, half-woman, half-snake, all-badass marilith couldn't become lawful good paladins under normal circumstances, but Xanshaless was an exception. She had a long story, but the only part that mattered right now was that she had done a favor for the pit fiend by eliminating a particularly troublesome foe of his in the Blood War. Xanshaless threw a flaming whip down at her feet.
"There, the whip

"Ha ha! Science!" The little gnome Rynna cackled as she mixed two liquids.
"What were those substances you just mixed?" Loretta asked.
Rynna examined the bubbling blue liquid in the beaker. "You know, I'm not sure. I bought the discount alchemy from Mixin' Mack's that didn't have anything labeled." She shrugged. "Science isn't about documenting things anyway. It's about making cool shit happen."
Loretta pulled down her goggles. "What is it that you think you're making?"
"A growth potion. If this

Sarah sighed in contentment. She loved the feeling of her massive friend's belly rumbling underneath her. The silver dragon-woman was large enough for Sarah to sprawl out on her rounded stomach, with the comparatively tiny woman pressing her ear against the scales to listen to the glorps and gurgles within.
"Do you enjoy that?" Amra asked her, gently rubbing the human's head with one claw and ruffling her already messy blonde hair. "Are you comfy there, little one?"
"Mmm..." Sarah rubbed the pat

Molly got paid to eat a ghost.
Okay, maybe it's best to back up and explain how she got into this situation. The exorcist and paranormal investigator didn't sign up for this job to be a ghost gobbler. Instead, she signed on as a paranormal expert for an "independent documentary filmmaker" who turned out to be some guy with a YouTube channel. He decided to branch out from reacting to Minecraft reaction videos and go down the route of horror and paranormal.
Jim, Molly's current employer, better kn

The whole village turned out for the harvest festival. The people loaded down tables in the village square with pies, slices of meat, pots of hot vegetable soup, and loaves of fresh bread. It was a day of games and dancing, music and drinking. The celebration wound down as the sun began to sink lower in the sky, but the crowd didn't disperse. Now was the time for the serious part – the coming of the harvest goddess.
She arrived from the west, at first visible only as a dark silhouette of a

The day strangers came to Tamwick was its last day. Royalist soldiers fell on the village that sided with the Commonwealth in the civil war, plundering the food they wanted from the farms and putting the rest to the torch. The men and women of Tamwick tried to defend their livelihood, but pitchforks and knives availed little against armor and good swords.
Joanna tried to fight back. A man she had never seen before tramped onto her family farm, a man with a scruffy beard, breastplate emblazoned w

Hob was a gate guard at Fort Burgundy, a conscript into the Kingdom's army given a day's spear training before being sent off to the frontier fort. He didn't expect the Commonwealth's army to ever show up in a fort so far from the focus on the war, much less to show up unannounced in a daylight lightning raid.
Without warning, a woman in concealing blue robes with a dagger axe fell on Hob and his fellow guard. The other guard missed wildly with a thrust and got cut down with a single fell slash

Brittany is a sad example of a young woman who fell down the slippery slope of vore.
Brittany started by appreciating girls, which isn't out of the ordinary. A lot of people appreciate girls. However, as a teenager, Brittany began experimenting with a much more dangerous practice that several of her friends were into – kissing girls.
Some people say this fear of girl-kissing is overblown. "Look, it's not always about vore," said Morgan Jones, who runs a kissing-focused Discord server. "Som

"I'm sure," the voice told Mark over the phone. "I ran the numbers several times, looked at all the models, and you have two hours before the storm hits – maybe three, at the very most."
"Two hours?" Mark questioned into the receiver. "What happened to all the days of advance warning?"
"What are we supposed to do in two hours?" questioned the other ranger beside him. "Even if every campsite had a radio – which they don't – and we contacted everyone at once, it would take some o

Vera felt something grab her as she turned the corner around the clock. Before she could start to struggle, everything went dark. She found herself somewhere warm and dark.
"What the hell?" Vera called out. "Where am I?"
"Calm down," commanded a heavily distorted voice, so much so that Vera couldn't tell whether it belonged to a man or a woman. "You're inside a doppelganger. You might say you're in my stomach, but that's not exactly..."
Vera pushed against the slick, fleshy walls. "I don't care

Nura strolled into the cave, hands folded behind her back. Everyone knew this was the cave of the rogue djinn who terrorized travelers through the mountains, but Nura wasn't afraid because she had a plan for dealing with the djinn: a marble enchanted with a binding spell. Her friend Badur told her the plan was foolish. "Nura, you know that djinni aren't easy to fool, don't you? The djinn will know if you're trying to hide a binding marble. Djinni can see one right through your clothes."
Nura had

"What?" muttered Étaín as she stirred from her sleep. She looked to see that Midir didn't lie beside her. She shivered, feeling alone and uneasy.
"Come here, Étaín," a voice called from across the room – Fúamnach's voice, the voice of Midir's wife. Étaín hesitated but decided to comply. Fúamnach was the foster daughter of a renowned druid and reputed to be a powerful witch in her own right. Étaín feared what Fúamn

Fresca burbled down the cobblestone street, enjoying ambling about in her humanoid shape with two arms and two legs. The strawberry slime marveled at the crowd milling around on market day.
"I swear..." grumbled a gnome woman's voice in her mind. "Fresca, can you just let me reform now? I need to meet with Loretta about the gnome fire I was working on." Rynna was currently digested, incorporated into Fresca's slime mass, though her mind stayed independent and capable of conversing with Fresca. S

Iris sat on her bed, legs hanging off to one side. "What did you want to show me, Alendris?"
Alendris planted her hands on her hips. "Take off your clothes and lie down," Alendris commanded.
"Oh? Iris stretched. "And what am I going to need my clothes off for?"
"I asked Shelas for a favor," Alendris said. Her hand moved to rest on her lips. "She gave me the kiss of the succubus so that I can... experience the same thing you do with me."
Iris laughed and stood up. "So you're curious what I taste

The Black Queen confidently strode forward, hands on her hips, and grabbed her opposite number. The White Queen kicked and struggled as the Black Queen opened her mouth wide, inserted the woman head-first, and swallowed. Her belly bulged under her royal robes, threatening to rip them to shreds under the strain. The Black Queen arched her back, burped up a crown, and laughed.
The White Pawn in front of the Black Queen gasped and stepped back.
"Oh! It upsets you to see your Queen slither down my t

A snake spirit of sorts slithered through the night. Shinju had a woman's head and torso, but from the waist down, she had the fat, rounded body of the chubby snake-like creature called the tsuchinoko. She had never met another spirit just like her, and for all she knew, she was the only one.
This particular spirit was also a ninja. Shinju wasn't the sort of ninja who would do a backflip, kill a dozen guys with shurikens, and then disappear with a smoke bomb. She was a courier who specialized in

Caitlyn and Jack sat in the crowded belly of the giant centaur lady – Helen, right? They'd ridden inside of centaurs dozens of times, so this wasn't exactly a new experience. However, the two had arrived at the centaur stop early and talked with her a bit before the other passengers arrived. She was pretty cool – she liked to bake desserts and played drums in an all-centaur band. Inside her, though, the centaur's personality didn't matter. A crowded gut was a crowded gut, no matter w