Bacon Bits: I Couldn’t Even if I Fried [Furry] [F/M] [Food] [Micro] [Vore] [Soft] [SciFi] [F Predator] [M Prey]

All across the outskirts of the city rundown neighborhoods held their breath. Twilight hinged at dawn as blocks upon blocks of housing braced against the incoming miasma. Viscous polluted fog ran straight through a strip of townhouses. Barred windows ineffective against the bitter chill that settled. Everything silent and muffled in the overburdened air. The wooden tips of the fencing that separated the back of each unit barely visible in the rolling sea. Across, an escaped synth scurried on all fours. Intently the chubby intruder peered into each house.

CREeeak!

The chipmunk froze as the plank resettled. Certain the entire complex would light up and rain down angrily, it was to Wendell’s surprise when nothing of the sort happened. Pink and red tail flickered nervously, fur poofed to the point the white marbling was noticeable. Balls tucked deep into his body in response as reflexes anxiously poked a thin head from its sheath. He continued, more careful this time.

The second to last townhouse was where he found a suitable mark. A back door left carelessly open and sliding glass tucked away. Whiskers twitched with excitement. A mesh screen was all that separated him from a succulent stockpile.

Micro Rocks Pt 1: Up Your Ante [Furry] [M/M] [Drug] [Weed] [Solo] [Unaware] [Masturbation] [Anal] [Anal Vore] [SciFi]

“Dude turn right! turn right! turn right! You can flank ’em. ”

“No, if I got that way I’m gonna-I’m gonna-” Nathaniel bit his lip to focus. The soldier on screen ran into the next room, sight already drawn. The game controller clicked and rattled violently as and enemy team member grunted and died. An echoing boom made the pink and grey lion side eye his minimap. “Fuck. They already have the observatory.”

“Nobody ever remembers to check the canyon path. Go get the missile strike. You’re gonna get shot up either way.”

The cat ignored the panda. The character ran across the bridge, towards the base. He’d clocked in way more hours of playtime. He knew what he was doing.

Chad rolled his eyes and swiftly downed the last of his orange soda. Tiny fingers were easily able to crunch and crack the can down into a disk. He rolled the final product across the table. A few wobbly spins and it settled. Satisfied, the brown and white panda sunk deeper into the couch, melting into the overly large red hoodie. Words oozed across the front in faded lettering but they had been impossible to make out for a while.

Bar Hop Pt 1: Shake Pepper and Roll [Furry] [M,F] [Bi] [Anal] [Cock Vore] [Micro]

Powered by an absent minded kick, the synth was sent careening head over heels down the stairs. A smear of scarlet as she bounced off the last few steps and landed in a heap. A painful groan escaped the poor skunk as her consciousness restarted. Physics had kept anything from breaking but not by much. Tonight she had the guest role of…a…drumroll…mop! Cold broke the weird mental fantasy and Pepper’s brain jumpstarted. Short, bright red and white, fur had greedily decided to go ahead and get drunk without her.

One last huff and she began to piece herself back together from the puddle of liquid and fur. She got up. Nervous hands attempted to wring out the sugary alcohol. Face scrunched, dreading the hardened mess her fur would turn into. A few angry snaps dried her tail. A few flecks of alcohol splattered into the air catching the glow of the rotating lights.

Pepper crossed her arms, fuming. Already sticky tufts weighed her down like a deep pressure. Weakly a flaccid mohawk slid sideways into her face. Turquoise paw pads tucked it absentmindedly behind a pointed ear. Pacing in a circle, she calmed herself and pondered.