Rich scratched his belly as he shuffled down the corridor, stifling a yawn. He’d slept like a log all night and somehow he still felt tired. He needed coffee and protein, not necessarily in that order. Rich had only thrown on a pair of boxer-briefs, the front rounded out by an impressive flaccid bulge. His stomach was flat, his pectorals well muscled, but his body now slightly softened with age.

No one could accuse him of aging badly though - Rich knew for a fact

Like most career men, I was a pretty habitual user of GuyGrub, the prey delivery service. I almost always stayed late at the office, because business never sleeps, and I just never had time for an old fashioned hunt, and if I gave in and ate the interns all the time, we’d have no one willing to work for us in no time. Look, I still indulged sometimes, but GuyGrub saved my HR department a lot of headaches, I’m just saying.

Tonight, when I looked up from an acq

The plumber that the building management had sent around was tempting. Too tempting. He was young, maybe 23. A shock of light brown hair, a deep tan and freckles over his nose, and a lean body that the company issued polo top (in an unappealing shade of brown) and slacks didn’t manage to conceal at all, despite their ill fitting cut. When he’d bent over to look at the leak under the kitchen sink, the view of his ass, cupped by the dark blue fabric, had made my cock stiffen instantly.

Commission for Jefftaur


Thunder watched Oliver. The young man was out like a light, nestled in the hay, sleeping like a baby. Another snore ripped through the air. Okay, maybe not a baby. Thunder had never heard a baby snore like that. It was the snoring that had given the human away.

Enough was enough. Thunder nudged Oliver’s tanned leg with his hoof. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Oliver mumbl

As soon as Mrs Gardens left homeroom unattended, Lisa turned to the two girls behind her - Devika and Candy - with a wide grin. “So?” She asked.

“So?” Candy pretended innocence.

Lisa poked her in the shoulder. “Have you decided which boy you’re gonna eat for prom?” She didn’t keep her voice down, and several boys in neighboring seats glanced their way.

“I dunno.”

Voretober Day 27: Charm


Luke frowned and pushed his wet hair back as his sister stepped out onto the back patio. She had a familiar look on her face and he sighed. Fucking hell. For just once he’d like his sister not to -

“Hey guys.” Lucy flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and gave a sweet as sugar smile. Luke’s sister was the prettiest girl in school. He hadn’t said it, all his friends said i

Voretober Day 15: Adventure


There were three adventurers on the road. Headed for his village. Razer frowned, and hung the rabbits he’d caught from a tree branch. He’d tied them together with rope, so they stayed there. He couldn’t allow human adventurers to reach his village. He put his bow at the foot of the tree too.

They weren’t very good adventurers. They didn’t notice him as he stalked them thro

Voretober Day 11: Offering



The offering was different tonight, they’d never left a male for him before. Takashi liked the change of pace, and the human male was handsome. He was naked, hands and feet bound to the fence, which gave him the chance to admire the view.

Long legs, tight muscles, shaved completely, including around his prodigious cock. Even the eyebrows were shaved off. Takashi cocked his head to rea

Voretober Day 9: Ancient


A pile of golden coins scattered beneath Perane’s foot. He hadn’t seen them as he picked his way through the tight paths. Those coins alone were more money than he’d ever conceived of in his life. He swallowed, but his throat was dry and the saliva wouldn’t come. Everything in him screamed to take a few coins. They wouldn’t be missed, couldn’t be missed. No one could count all this. But he resi

Written for Voretober Day 6: Blanket


“Hey, what’s wrong?” Vincent poked his head into the room. Three of his boyfriends were gathered around the bed of the fifth member of their polycule, sharing frowns. There was a lump under a fluffy blanket in the middle of Gale’s bed. The way it occasionally twitched answered for the whereabouts of their fifth.

Don pulled him aside. “Gale had a shitty day at work

“That’s it folks. We’re at capacity. Anyone who wants to use the prey line can still get in.” The bouncer pulled the velvet rope across the door behind a huge black jaguar who had just walked inside. A chorus of groans went up from the line. Carl joined them. He’d been so close to finally getting in. There were only four men in front of him, not counting his bestie.

“Come on dude. I’m sure you can fit a few more.” A grey wo

Robin was operating on fumes by the time he finally got into his car. His sixth black coffee was starting to wear off, his feet hurt inside his boots, and he just wanted to drop into bed and stop worrying about work. Night shift as a security guard was unrewarding and did not pay enough to justify the long hours or physical toll of not enough sleep. The exhaustion was why he fucked up. Heading back into the city, on the edge of suburbia before the tract houses really started to pop up, the flash

Bucky’s older sister was a pain. She had some “girls night” planned with her bestie friend Julie, which meant she’d begged off babysitting their younger siblings and left
him
with the job. Nevermind that she was only in the next room, she couldn’t take care of the kids. Their mother had made Bucky cancel his date - his chance to finally get lucky, because Bess had made him wait until they were both 18 and promised a special date to

“There’s a monster under my bed!”

Kodie yelped. His popcorn landed upside down on the floor, golden kernels spilling everywhere.

Paulie stood at the foot of the couch clutching a ragged bear and chewing on his thumb. Kodie hurriedly paused his movie before Paulie could catch sight of something that would scar him forever. Watching horror probably wasn’t the wisest decision while babysitting, but he’d sent the kids t

Carter checked the app on his phone while he shoved his feet into boots, and absently sipped his first coffee of the morning. As an independent population control contractor, work was a bit piecemeal. Predators could offer their services for a fee to anyone who wanted to submit a disposal job. The app got all sorts - parents of delinquent teens, people who wanted to make a clean breakup with their partner, would-be prey submitting themselves. Carter never knew what to expect. Usually, there were

Private Davie Hughs came from a long military family. His six brothers, all strapping men, were soldiers. His father and his uncles had been military men too. To say he’d been proud to continue that legacy was underselling it.

He knew he was falling behind. No matter how much he pushed, training was overwhelming him. If he passed, he’d be shocked, and he was never going to be the proud legacy his father wanted.

There was another optio

“Santa’s Studs delivery. We’ll stuff your stocking. How can I help?”

Eli started when the phone finally picked it up, and a cheery gender neutral voice answered with the same peppy catch phrase as the flyer someone had stuffed under his door. “Oh, hi … hi.” Eli stumbled over his words. He’d been waiting on hold for so long he’d totally lost his train of thought. “I wanted to order takeaway?” It came out a

Pascal wouldn’t have been caught dead at one of the campus parties normally. Well, being caught was the part that usually meant you ended up dead, at least as a rabbit. So his parents bred like, well, rabbits - he didn’t think it meant he should be happy about how most other species treated rabbits as expendable. But his roommate had been pestering him the whole semester to go to a party.

“You’re just a prude.” Bernabe complained when Pascal

It was tough being a single father to a handsome 19 year old college athlete. Mostly because they lived in a college town, and Jo’s son was one of the kids who stayed at home for college, which meant his friends were always around to use their pool, or couchsurfing, or just hanging out between classes.

Like Mark, who came out of their shower in nothing but a tiny towel, acres of golden tanned skin and swimmer’s abs on show. Jo met him on his way to the bathro

The big drakeling had been flirting with Duke all night. Every time he ordered a round for his companions, he tried to chat him up, and he’d caught him giving a wink across the bar more than once.

He was handsome, with predatory features, sharp sharp teeth, and a broad chest he left bare even in the winter weather. Duke had heard from Daisy, the other server at the tavern, that drakelings produced more than enough heat and never cared much for clothes. She claimed

Tap, tap, tap. Boots hitting the tiles as someone approached. The mimic's eyes were hidden and so he couldn’t see them. The rustle of clothes, maybe unlacing a fly or undoing a belt. That wasn’t unusual, this was a bathroom. The mimic waited for any indication that they were here for more than relieving their bladder.

The heavy splash of water into the basin, a sigh of relief, then more clothes rustling. They left and the mimic settled back into quiet hiberna

The chip in Petro’s brain fed information straight to his ocular implant, and right now it was telling him the value of the guy in front of him. $8,009, which was not bad considering. It also told Petro everything that made up that price. He was athletic, grade A physical health, a B grade student when he was in high school, he’d taken a gap year before university and was a barista for a chain coffee shop but only worked a few hours a week, and had no dependants or long term romantic

In the future, the virtual reality game EROS (Eagle Rest: Online Saber) is incredibly popular, and forms a secondary society alongside the real world. Players are digitized into the game, and their physical bodies are recycled. Players are given a number of lives, depending on how many they could afford to purchase before upload, or subsequently purchase with in-game currency. Run out of lives, and they die. EROS is a pvp fantasy MMO, featuring six races

Demonoids - Musc

Evan shifted awkwardly, his feet aching after a long flight packed in economy class and now he’d been standing around with the rest of his team for a good half hour while they sorted out some sort of paperwork mess up. They were coming back from a hockey tournament in Toronto, crossing back to the US, and it was all supposed to be really simple. That's what Coach had said.

He poked the guy in front of him, Dave. “What’s taking so long man?”

“Why can’t you just admit it? We’re lost!”

Vex shook his head and carried on studying the map. “We just took a couple of wrong turns a few miles back, that’s all. We can work out where we are now.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” the hulking half-orc replied. “Just take a look around you.”

It was true. The lonely road the two adventurers had finally

Sam wasn’t the normal type of guy who used a vorehole. He’d watched from the bar for a while, as they went in, and came out again via their hole - down the throats of predators. They were twinks. Rabbits, Foxes, an Otter who had squirmed so delightfully as a Rhino had swallowed him down.

Sam filled out his clothes with muscle. He’d always had compliments from lovers for it. But when it came time for dinner, they wanted to be the food. He’d complie

Dallas joined the milling queue waiting to board the bus with a weary sigh. Looked like it was going to be another packed bus. He pulled his hoodie closer and hoped the rain would hold off until the guy in front of him finished scrabbling around for change to pay for his ticket.

The scrawny ginger finally paid and got onto the bus. Dallas paid and shuffled onboard, finding a seat. The last one, by the look of it. He huddled up, buffeted by the cold wind still surging thr

The boys in town knew the rules. Skinny dipping in my watering hole was fine until you turned eighteen. I wouldn’t even look at you until then. But after that, I’d admire all I wanted. And if I liked what I saw, you’d end up a steaming pile.

I liked Riley, he was a good kid. I even warned him, the day after his eighteenth birthday, while he stood there - all naked and dripping water - to get off my property, or I’d gurgle him.

The royal caravan had spent two weeks in the deserts of Alushira already. Prince Kennen had enjoyed every moment. The sun was burning hot, which meant even his mother the Queen couldn’t complain when he shed his stuffy court uniform. Every night, their guides played exotic music and told wild stories of their history. There was copious alcohol, and early nights in which to enjoy it.

On the sixteenth day of their trip, the caravan halted before sun fall and camped f

Four years of college, a year as a trainee, and two years working my way up the ladder in the office. None of it mattered. I angrily dumped a stampler into the box and picked up the last pieces of stationery on my desk. I’d been let go.

“I’m sorry Sasha but the market is down, and you know how hard it is for newspapers to compete. We have to cut costs to survive.” Mr Hema’s rubbery face had been positively red as he told me that my position

Jackson’s squadron had an 8/8 Day tradition older than his own service record. On tour of duty on Falnazian soil, they rarely got to have much fun, and the airbase in was always burning hot and devoid of prey or sex. The locals frowned on both, unlike back home.




8/8 Day superseded all laws and regulations. It was a day when they could ignore their commander’s orders, and eat. Of course, there wasn’t much to

I grunted, wiping sweat from my forehead. The airport in Miami was hot as balls, like someone had turned off all the AC. And of course I had to wait in quarantine. Someone had stuffed up with getting me into the bypass queue, so I’d had to take the normal civilian queue.

The quarantine scanner was close ahead, and I was eager to get through and get a drink of water. The uniform I was wearing wasn’t designed for his heat and I was sure I’d have sweat st

Jack licked his painfully dry lips. What the fuck was he doing? His hand rested on the cold steel of his commander’s office door. It was unlocked and ajar; Lieutenant Roberts never locked his office. He pulled his fingers off the metal slowly and glanced down his body again. The tan t-shirt with Army Cadets block printed on it was stuck to his torso with sweat. He could smell him self and the funk he’d worked up beating himself up in the base gym.

The coach called timeout, and Lisa licked her lips. She’d been waiting for this since the idea popped into her head during half time. The head cheerleader waved to her team to grab a drink and then jogged towards the team bench. The team quarterback jogged to the sidelines, pulling off his helmet, his hair slicked down with sweat. She smiled and snatched up a water bottle, handing it to him.

Rob stared at the creature in the corner of the locker room. His dark skin was dripping with sweat from pushing himself and his muscles were already getting the deep ache that came from hard exertion. His shirt was in his locker, and his torso lacked any sign of fat - composed of all ripped muscle.



 



The creature resemble a tiny - admittedly adorable - dinosaur. It had big r

“Burp.”
Jack paused by
the ajar door of his commanding officer’s office, blinking at the
unusual loud sound. It was unmistakable as a burp, but it was of
unusual size. He wondered if . . . no, it couldn’t be. Rumours had
been going about the barracks about what the Lieutenant got up to
with cadets.
Jack dared to
lean close to the door, peaking his eye around the corner. The
normally spotless office was a mess, with articles of clothing
scattered across the furniture. A sock had knocked

It was Matt’s idea
of a funny joke. Get me drunk and turn me into horse shit. I wasn’t
that impressed personally; I had no intention to end my life as
fertiliser on his uncles farm, so when I woke up naked and bound over
a hay bale with a horny stallion behind me, I was … upset to say
the least.
By the time I was
laying spent and sweaty, four loads of my own cum coating my chest
and my stomach swollen with a load of stallion sperm, I’d failed to
convince them to let me go but I had convi

The stripclub was
dimly lit, most of the illumination coming from flashing lights on
the writhing dance floor. I sat at the edge of the floor, sipping my
drink at the bar as I watched the writhing crowd with nervous
butterflies in my stomach.
I looked up in
surprise as a big tiger settled beside me, the man a tower of muscle.
I snuck a peek at his toned body under the tight clothes he wore,
feeling my wolfhood harden as I took in the delicious sight. He
smiled back and I blushed.
“How
are you

“Can
I help you miss?”
I glanced up through
my eyelashes at the handsome police trooper who stood outside my car
window. He was well built, his broad muscles shown off to the best
under the tight blue uniform and had a well proportioned, solid face
with some stubble on his jaw. “No, I am fine Sir, why do you ask?”
I finally responded after I finished ogling him, leaning on the door
of my car, flashing my ample breasts.
“I
just saw your car parked here and I wondered if you had broken d

“Mmm . . . werewolf.”
Scott McCall looked up from his biology
textbook at the voice, glancing around. The library was empty; he had
stayed late to study and everyone had gone home while he was
distracted. He pushed his chair back and stood up, glancing into the
shadowy corners of the room. His eyes flashed red as he tried to peer
into the dark
“Oh and an alpha as well. Yummy.”
The voice came again. It was rough, like someone who smoked.
“Who is there?” Scott let out a
growl, facing