Dhryn and the Warhound (part 2)
A sudden, hushed silence hung over the crowd, even the massive warbeast stopped her heavy panting, eager to shuffle around to greet what was clearly a leonin of very high status. He approached the massive canine wordlessly and presented himself without...
Dhryn and the Warhound (part 1)
When an envoy of the leonin runs towards the encampment, exhausted from the trek across the dun savannah grasslands, having sprinted straight into gnollish territory howling for a shaman, one didn't waste time. Shamans weren't called for unless there...
Dhryn and the Sharp-Ears
WARNING This story contains sex, preg/birth, fingering and extreme cub. Dhyrn was exhausted. He had been walking for many dawns, and only the spirits prevented him from becoming completely lost in the dense forestscape. He and his tribe had migrated...
Dhryn and Shinyi
WARNING This fictional story contains feral preg/birth and zoophilia. Dhyrn the gnoll watched the feral herd from his perch in the tree, his bowstring taut. There were several dozen to choose from, but he had his eye trained on one in particular, a...
Dhryn's deal
WARNING This story contains preg/birth, oral sex and extreme cub. Dhyrn sniffed the air. Something smelled different, and it wasn't the burning herbs he was using to assist in his concentration. It smelled acrid and sour, and it carried far on the...
The Iron fang Fang gang bang
". . .what did you say?" Pavel's voice dropped to a harsh whisper as he waited for a response from his phone, ". . .son of a _bitch!_ You mean its all _gone? All_ of it? You're _sure?"_ the room filled with agitated murmurs before the large Bengal...
Doe and Alpha
WARNING This fictional story contains pregnancy/birth, extreme cub, rape, oral sex, asphyxiation and guro/hardvore. The pack had only been on the hunt for an hour or two before they caught the scent. Prey. Careless prey, upwind, and in a...
The Rain Calls
The warm spring wind washed over Sungha like an ocean wave. She embraced it with open arms, letting the breeze ruffle her short fur and tussle her thick, black mane. Her daughter mimicked her, and nearly got blown off her feet. "Silly Mima," the older...
Dhryn and the Warhound (part 3)
The shaman licked his lips noisily at the offering, be it intentional or not. Such a tantalizing sight, the unblemished female puppy already almost hanging in his lap, both mother and daughter begging for satisfaction. He dragged a finger from below...