Ménage à goo (not my writing)
Ménage à goo Devourer clung to the back of the last car of the train as he waited for it to slow down further. The ursine conductor had informed him it was only a few more miles to the station, the last thing he said to anybody before he...
Back in Dev's belly (not my writing)
Back in Dev’s belly It was Saturday, and the weather was pleasant as I started down the trail to Devourer’s cave. At the beginning of the trail was a sign bearing an ominous warning to anybody who might stumble across it. “WARNING! NO...
Predator's reunion (not my writing)
Predator’s reunion Devourer sighed loudly from boredom, then took a sip from his drink. It was a surprisingly slow evening at the Prey Place. Usually the large purple goo dragon would have had his pick of eager prey competing for his...
The prey place (not my writing)
The prey place The evening was just getting started as Devourer walked into The Prey Place. It was a club for willing prey looking to live out their fantasy of being eaten alive. By walking through the doors of the club, they accepted the...
Deervourer (not my writing)
Deervourer It was the holiday season, and the night was snowy and chilly. Devourer wasn’t particularly a fan of the cold, but it had to be extremely cold before it became a problem for him. The snow crunched beneath his red hooves as he...
Microlicious (not my writing)
Microlicious Devourer lounged on his couch in front of the TV. In his gooey lap was a huge bowl of micros, a mix of various types of anthros and humans. A bowl of micros was a great appetizer before heading out to hunt once the sun set. The micros only...