Velencia II
"please don't be river..." he said softly. he heard the same loud, wet noises coming from the snakes throat that he had heard when he had been swallowed. they got closer and closer, until they stopped just before the stomach's entrance.
Valencia
Her voice was soft and almost... hypnotizing. "m-m-my name is rhett." i stammered. "and i'm a buizel. i'm not exactly from this region." i noticed her tail begin to curl in my direction. "and what brings you into my forest, little one?
Fluffy Destruction
Thick brown fur highlighted with a mane of light tan covered the behemoth and head to toe and would have been addictively soft to the touch if its unnatural scale didn't leave each individual strand of fur thicker than a piece of yarn.
The Gift of Gluttony
He laughed softly and rubbed a hoof against it, feeling it sink down into the soft blubber. being fat was a new experience for him; he had always been rail-thin thanks to how much he flew, so he was relishing just how good it felt.
In Short Supply
Suddenly, he felt a sucking sensation on his legs and watched more of his body disappear between her soft lips; his belly button disappeared when she finally stopped sucking.
Ozien's journey
When she laid down on the dragon's soft tongue while she pulled herself to the back of his mouth, she remembered the last time she was there, how scared she was at the time.
You Haven't Learned (Short Story)
She said "Do you love me..?" cold words escaping her freezing breathe as she let her paws explore the radius of his chest. He said "No.." Shivering from the chills her words brought into his ear. She said "Why don't you..?" More in a playful tone, as...
An Uneventful Swim
The water was clear, and the waves crashed softly against the shore. the day was perfect, and couldn't have been better. he swam out a little farther and relaxed in the ocean, letting the waves roll under him.
The Smuggler
The Smuggler by Steel Ankh Authors Note: When I'm struggling with my writing, I like to take a break and write something that I wouldn't normally do. I find that it helps me focus on the story I was working on. It was how I got into writing...
Porkbelly
"Mmm~" A greedy, portly old hog rubs their wiggling gut as moans of delight slowly fall out of him; a mix of both his own and the meal he just ate, who was currently and desperately trying to enjoy the moments they had left before digestion. "The cute...
The Hardest Life PT.1
"please..." he said softly hopefully to make it sound like he wasn't worth eating. but the snake finally responded. "why do you want me to let go of you?"
The dragon from the jungle CH2
But that panic went away quickly, because you noticed that your stomach was not digesting you, it just had you there, kneading you with the soft undulating walls of the bag, it was even relaxing to be there.