The Prisoner - Part 2
"The Prisoner - Part 2" Co-written by Leo\_Todrius Purple points of light drifted along the floors and walls of the building, moving across every surface. The Genitech Guards had been forced to put their anonymity at further risk to evacuate the...
Proper Atire
A quiet sound of slow dripping echoed from somewhere in the room, which was about 75 degrees and extremely humid. luke moved in, still inhaling deeply. the scent was so clean and yet earthy... fresh and yet musky...
On the Theory of Fire
There were muted sounds from above. _humans_, he thought, anger already sizzling up his spine. not even a day and they were back.
Stalker's Delight
He latched his fangs and lips into the flesh, and with a wet slurping sound, he shlorked the inside of the nut clean out.
To Serve Those Below
The voice that spoke to her mind sounded amused, a nearly sadistic glee beneath it all. _{die? no, not exactly. your life as it was is over. the last one died. you will not.
Day One - Harvest 'Shroom
Well, the day had come, the day I would start my career as a Monster Hunter! I had my gear ready, my precious Sword and Shield, my leather armour, and an emotional boost so large that no-one could stop me! The time was right, the weather was sunny and...
The Slime Incubator
It was one of those days. The kind of day where Tom had nothing to do, and ended up slouched in front of his computer, his feet on the desk, pants comfortably unbuttoned, and absolutely nothing worth getting up for. He wasn't a slob, no, it was just...
The Triple Milker, Part 2
At first, he saw lots of small, white worms start wriggling up the sides, spilling onto the table, and then with a squelching sound a much bigger creature hauled itself out of the hole and onto the table.
Reset
Another muffled moan sounded as the tube began to feel resistance against something inside the fox's body. delicate fingers twisted the tube like a knob and pressed forward before slowly easing it past the narrow passage under the fox's prostate.
The Kaiju Bat Feeds
The bedroom sounded alive, thrumming vividly with compact acoustics accustomed for his digestion.
Behavioral Modifications
A full minute passed, not a single movement or sound save for the thunderous roar of the feline's own heartbeat in his ears and the drop of whatever fluid had once been in the pouch.
Taming of the Hunters
His vocalization of his tasks, teaching it his language, though it did not speak with sounds. otiya xati, as he learned to call it, would vibrate at different intensities for various words.