So this is a bit of an odd post but I've got several stories in the woodwork that I've started on, but never finished. I'm going to post a short snippet of each and ask which, if any, you would be interested in seeing the finished version of.

Story 1: A sequel to The Gym Bunny, the first story I ever posted here. Very intimate. Very gay.

"There's just something about wolves, isn't there?" said Kain, playfully touching Noone's features as he described them. "Maybe it's their cute, pointy ears. Maybe it's their adorable little wet noses. Maybe it's their long, fluffy tails. Or maybe…" he suddenly leaned in and took a deep sniff of the wolf's chest. "It's that wonderful canine musk."

Noone gave him a playful smirk. "Really? I just like you 'cause you've got a nice ass."

The rabbit turned his rear toward him and wagged his cotton tail flirtatiously. "That's one hundred percent pure foot-thumpin', pred-escapin', fence-hoppin' bunny butt, baby. No one's got it under the tail like us rabbits do. You really lucked out. Nature's perfect posterior, and it's all yours, big guy."

"Well, as much as I love your butt, it's this face that I'm in love with." The wolf leaned in and gave the rabbit a kiss on the cheek.

Kain returned the kiss. "And my smokin' hot abs, right?"

"Yeah," Noone chuckled, "those too."

Story 2: A Reader x Mewtwo romance story. Can you soothe the "most savage heart among Pokémon?"

"You humans disgust me." It snarls inside your mind. "You look upon the monstrosity of your own creation, and your first instinct is to bargain with it. Such cowardly creatures you are. Always you rely on my kind to solve your problems and fight your battles, yet even this is not enough for you. So you gather together everything you have learned from us, and you use it to make the most sick, twisted creation your knowledge allows. And then, you give it a mind, to feel horror at its own existence, disgust at its own visage, and shame at its own perverse conception. Then, you are foolhardy enough to come and seek it out. And then, once you finally realize the gravity of your mistake, your first instinct – your very first instinct – is to try and grovel and bargain with it. I thought I was the most repulsive creature ever born, but you humans keep finding ways to make me reconsider."

Amid your fear, you feel a twinge of sadness for this poor creature. Does it really feel that way about itself? Without even thinking, you blurt out:

"You're not repulsive. You're actually kind of beautiful."

You probably shouldn't have said that… even if it's true.

Its eyes narrow and it sneers at you.

"Flattery will get you nowhere." It says. "But fine, if you're so determined I'll humor you, if for nothing else than my own amusement. What could a weak, cowardly, foolhardy human such as you possibly offer me?"

You consider it for a moment. That's a good question. Slowly an answer creeps into the back of your mind. It's a really stupid answer, but it's better than nothing.
"I can't really offer you anything… except my body."

"Your body?" it scoffs. "What would I do with your… wait, you mean…"

You feel its laughter in your mind, eerily echoing as it bounces off your skull.

"You?" it cackles, "You would offer yourself to me sexually? What a jest! The absurdity of a scrawny wretch such as yourself making love to such a freakish beast as myself is…"
It suddenly pauses, sensing something deep within your mind. You've buried it well, but nonetheless it's there to be found. Deep beneath your fear, somewhere under your common sense, hidden behind several dozen what ifs, there it is: your genuine desire.

"Wait… you're serious?" it gapes. "You… you really want… with me?"

Story 3: An Ash Ketchum into Pikachu TFTG, similar to my other stories, Companion's Wish, Vapor Fate, and Giving Tanks, with a heavy focus on the post-tf dilemmas other stories often gloss over.

As she walked, a breeze blew across her naked, furry form, making her feel so exposed. Though the fur provided her with some insulation, it did nothing to cover the two holes beneath her tail. Walking along on all fours, Pikachu following behind her, she was uncomfortably aware of the fact that he was constantly getting an eyeful of her anus and vagina.

"Uh, Pikachu," she said, "Would you mind taking the lead?"

"Sure." He said, not bothering to question it.

This left her with another predicament however. With him in the lead, now it was she who was getting an eyeful of his privates. As a human, she had never minded those parts of his body, but now that she was his size, they were quite a lot larger, even… more imposing. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a sort of animal instinct told her that he was a good, strong male, and she should be submissive toward him. He would make a good mate.

The thought of it made her skin crawl. It served as a harsh reminder of what she was now. Staring at his cock was a reminder of the fact that she had had one not hours before. With every step, she swore she could feel the womb inside her gut, waiting to be filled with his seed. To swell up with his children, until the time came that they would force their way out of that new hole which had so rudely placed itself between her legs. She shuddered. She wanted more than anything to turn back to the way she was. To walk on two legs, and have clothes, and a penis, and not be a foot tall female rodent destined to live the rest of her life as a wild animal.

Story 4: A prequel to my story The Cat Burglar. Unlike the original this one contains no vore, but it does contain gay sex and the swallowing of jewelry, in the unlikely event that you're into that.

The prince was in the shower… an ideal time to strike. Although, the shower had no curtains… Liss couldn't help but take a peek. It was said that the prince was the most beautiful man in the land, and Liss couldn't help but see if the rumors were true.

To Liss's surprise, the prince did not live up to his expectations… he surpassed them, completely and utterly. His fur shone like silk and was twice as soft. His long, slender muzzle perfectly complemented his tall pointed ears, which flicked idly as he bathed. His tail alone was artwork; the most vibrant, stunning orange tipped by the purest snow white. And, oh, beneath that tail… the most sculpted, shapely rump. So soft, and plush, and furry, you could use it as a pillow, yet so firm and tight you longed to give it a squeeze. The prince was perfection; the pinnacle of all a fox should be. Liss's feline cock practically leapt from his shorts, so strong was its desire to find itself nestled between those voluptuous vulpine cheeks.

BONUS Story 5: Galarian Slowking TF/Vore This one is a "bonus" because I don't have any material written for it yet but I can give you a brief synopsis:

"A combination of toxins and the shock of evolving has increased Shellder's intelligence to the point that Shellder now controls Slowking. While chanting strange spells, this Pokémon combines its internal toxins with what it's eaten, creating strange potions." - Galarian Slowking's Pokedex Entries.

Two hapless trainers happen upon a wild Shellder with malicious intent. One is bitten, transforming into a Galarian Slowking. Still fully aware, but unable to control his own body, he is forced to brew a shrinking potion inside his own stomach, which he is then made to vomit upon his friend, shrinking him. The poor friend is then swallowed whole, becoming an ingredient for the Shellder's next potion brewing inside his own transformed friend's belly.