“Shipment spotted! Trailing at 15 knots. Taking em out!” U-101 dives beneath the lone shipment, flashing a pearly grin! One torpedo should do the job and she’ll be relaxing at the dock in time for lunch!“Don’t shoot!” A commanding voice boomed out of her radio, covering her ringing ears! It belonged to U-73, her partner in crime and current leader of the Ironblood wolf pack! “Don’t go firing your shots while she’s looking!”U-101 feigned

            Glursh
            Blurgle
            Schlursh
            Lamb sighed, patting her engorged stomach and rubbing gently as it sloshed messily with every step she took. Barely squeezed into the skin-tight orange suit that made up the bulk of her Su

                You gasp for breath as the pressure suddenly, blissfully lifts away from your head. Blinking blearily, your eyes try to focus as the air rushes into your lungs. Gradually, your vision returns properly, giving you an excellent view of the huge, gray-skinned ass hovering just above your face. A thick tail, tipped with a spade and composed of some sort of inky substance, waves and curls lazily above the two p

                “Hehe! Thought you could escape the big bad wolf, huh?

Buu



buu



desu



waaa

!”

Whether or not attention was pleasant depended very much on context. It was a question of the kind of attention, and the kind of person giving it, and how accustomed or fed up with that kind of attention from that kind of person the recipient was. The absence of attention once dislike could become upsetting, and the kind of attention that one person might find disagreeable could be highly affirming to another who lacked such attention. The nuances of what was and was not welcome could be very su

                “Grrgh…! Get off of me, you fatass!”
                “Hmm… Nope~!”
                “I’ll slice that fat belly of yours open like an overripe pumpkin!”
        &nbs

It is bedtime.
More precisely, nighttime.
Even more precisely, the middle of nighttime where dawn takes its deepest slumber.
I could tell from the bed even if the obscurity of my room did not make a single difference. Only the digital clock next to my bed on the shelf of the wall. It was the only thing in motion. That, and my eyeballs clearly exposed to the dark.
Nothing different from a few hours ago. The only difference there would be was if I was actually sleeping, instead of glaring in the d

Victims of Circumstance
by Thecheese01
 
They'd called it the Better Standards for Education Act, "to address the flagging performance of our public schools and better prepare our children to compete on an international stage." And, in some ways, it had done just that. A re-evaluated and modernized national curriculum, updated testing standards, even some additional—if laughably inadequate—funding.
But none of those had been the act's chief selling point, of course, and oh had i

The sky was abundantly clear, and its color shone through the stark lack of clouds with the purest deep blue and the brightest of sunlight. The water gently rolled overtop itself, crashing sonorously against the coast’s bank every few moments, the waves’ bubbling sounds so beautifully soothing and perfectly complementing its fine azure surface, wholly opaque, not a speck of pollution for as far as the beach stretched.
And yet even still, an odd crackling sound rang out from across th