It was Lydie’s anniversary, 20
wonderful years with her equally wonderful husband, a 10 foot long
emerald boa named Denra. When the curly-haired brunette woke up this
morning, she was greeted with a lovely smooch on the cheek by her
handsome little snakey.
“Honey, I have something for you.
I need you to wake up.” Coos the boa, slithering up onto the white
satin sheets of the bed they’ve shared for 20 years now and
sensually winding around his wife’s gorgeous body. Her auburn eyes
flut

Women of Damballa
profile.
75% of all women on the world of
Damballa have what are known as “prey urges”. This essentially
means that women who have prey urges experience sexual arousal when
faced with the concept, possibility, or reality of being eaten alive.
That’s not to say that these women have no survival instincts, far
from it. If faced with a natural danger like a tornado, or other
women who pose a threat, these women will defend themselves to the
best of their ability. However, th

Yay! Horsie!
“Where the fuck is she!?” The
frustrated and panicked shriek of a busty short-haired redhead
pierces from around the corner of a barn on the edge of a hauntingly
deserted farmstead. “There’s no one here!! This is fucked up,
Mel!” Her voice becoming more desperate as she rounds the corner
searching for a sign of life, nervously tugging on the left strap of
her high-cut swim-bottom; a nervous tick she’s had since she was
little.
“You don’t
need to tell me. I see it.�

2 weeks.
In 2 weeks Kay’s 22 year old life
would be coming to an end as she would be devoured by a Gesh. But
this is no tragedy as this was something Kay had planned for many
months, and the anticipation was beginning to drive her crazy. Kay
examines herself in a tall mirror in her bedroom. She had always been
proud of her appearance and figure, a sweet face with curly sandy
blonde hair and a nearly exaggerated hourglass with massive
head-sized breasts and a huge rear. And here Kay was imagini

Observe this
view. The visage of a small home in a nondescript suburb, where
conformity mandates that all homes come with red rooves, neatly
trimmed lawns, hybrid cars, and no more than 3 children. A white taxi
cab pulls up to the home’s mailbox outside, where a green reptilian
tail belonging to a serpent named Zeig emerges from the rolled down
passenger window to check the mail.
“Let’s see
here.” The tail rummages around inside the dog-shaped mailbox and
curls around and pulls out a ma

“You Sahwen? Get in.” The
white-haired driver beckons the golden python toward the door of her
taxi cab while leaning on the door window. “You. You’re the same
driver that brought me here to the mall yesterday. Were you waiting
on me?” Inquires the python with a raised brow. “In a sense. I’m
waiting for everyone.” A knowing grin appears on her face. “Please
get in.” “You don’t even know where I’m going.” The serpent
is cautious, as he should be. “You look like you�

“Turning thirty fucking sucks.”
That much was made obvious to one
Sharon Ferris as she sits at a dimly lit bar in a hole-in-the-wall
pub after walking out of her family reunion. A college drop-out with
hip-length straight raven hair and moderate proportions, she in
theory could find a good wife, or a good snake and settle down with a
family and a job. But she couldn’t be asked to do something like
that. Not now anyway, since that was precisely what everyone at her
family reunion were blab

In the infinite expanses of time and
space there exists a realm. A realm much like our own, albeit with
some major differences. The difference in this realm in particular is
that a certain interloper has influenced this world’s evolutionary
history. In nearly all of the dimensions where life exists on Earth,
humankind is a nigh universal constant, appearing on life-bearing
Earths almost 78% of the time. The human spirit is persistent that
way. Yet in this realm what is referred to as humanity