A New Outlook (CTF)
A New Outlook By: Wisty The small white dragon hugged the wall, trying to avoid the undulating mass of bodies as the rhythmic drone pulsed throughout the room. He shook his head, eyes blinking rapidly as the lasers repeatedly assaulted his senses...
A More Perfect Union 2 - Marital Bliss
"I'm hir husband." Smokey said. "Well I'm hir sister." Ivory replied. The two dragons conversed as politely and frankly as they could, which wasn't too difficult given that Ivory was considerably taller than Smokey. He was more than just a little...
Exploring Options
Late in the evening, Ashgar sat, cross-legged. The bear-lizard had his eyes closed and was in his more upright form. The druid breathed slowly, communing with the forest, feeling the moss against his tail and the...
Cleaned Out [Sketch]
The chimera let her legs drift slowly apart where she lay there on the riverbank, hands up behind her head and eyes closed, just enjoying the pleasant warmth of the day: from the whispering of wind in the trees to the murmuring of the water near her...
Tailmouthful [Sketch]
maw to coax it deeper.
Fact Checker and the Maw
His tail-maw countered, knowing the badger's mind. gromsr ignored him as he went in search of duct-tape.
Stuck with me Now
The tail maw is still a relatively new thing, but i like it, and cygnovum has been ever so kind to support my fetishes! art by pandottermon glowgryph is cygnovum stuck with me now! rut. i hate that word. i really do.
Vore Night at The Painted Wolf
Ourodas' tail maw snapped shut to a small tip which pushed a still struggling forepaw down his throat.
Drain Cycle
The lips of the tail-maw squeezed tightly on her body, forcing her shoulders to bunch up, her own struggling didn't seem to make any difference between the slow push of the lips.
Change of Mind [Sketch]
In the sterile chill of the bathroom I surreptitiously raise a paw, reaching out towards the black-furred Renamon standing at the urinal. Having watched them stroll in and _observing_ their equipment through the space between the stall divider and the...
Date or Duel?
The tail maw passed the mirror to one of his lower hands, which he then passed to his upper pair of hands and held in front of his face. there, across his handsome face was a darker purple mask.
First Time At Vore Club
Even her wiggling toes were targets for the licks and occasional bites from the tail-maw. she was a little morsel, to be played with and then devoured.