“Arcee, are you sure it’s safe out here?”“You doubt my judgement Jack?”“Of course not! It’s just that, we’re out in the middle of the woods, at night… like last time.”“You said this kind of place would be romantic for this. And it is, if I’m being honest.”“I know, it’s just, I’m being paranoid. Bugs, wild animals, Decepticons…”“You worry too much. The first two are ignorable, and I can handle the third.”“Alright…”Jack Darby rubbed his shoulder awkwar

“And next up we have Jackie Belle as
Ahri
from
League of Legends!

”


At their word, she emerged from behind the curtain to the sound of applause. Oh, she did like that. She held up the tiny
Miss

Fortune
figure close. Her heart was bouncing in her chest.

The host smiled.

Killian Samuels holstered his pulse pistol as he pushed the prone insectoid fugitive's face
into the ground with his boot. The criminal let out a chittering series of curses,
translated through subtitles to English phrases better left unsaid. Reaching for a pouch at
his belt, Samuels withdrew a short, thick rod, giving it a twist and causing several prongs
to swing out from the sides. With a snap of his wrist he whipped it down into their back
before stepping away, watching as a cracklin

In the southern part of Alamogordo, New Mexico is a landfill which, for years, fueled urban legends. It had been rumored to be the site of a mass dumping of Atari 2600 cartridges and systems in September of 1983, following the gross overproduction of titles in a market which was quickly growing over-saturated with competing video game consoles. In a bid to write off the product for tax purposes, Atari chose to bury its inventory of what was then essentially useless goods. An excavation starti

"What
is -up-, epic gamers?" The blond, purple-eyed young man smiled,
making a finger gun gesture with one hand to the floating camera.
"It's ya boy, Cole Carter, off in another timeline. Now you're
probably wondering what's going on."
What
was going on was that Cole was lying down, propped up on his elbows.
His garishly loud shirt was open, draped across either side of him on
a surface that extended off-camera, matched his skin tone perfectly,
and merged with his body. &q

After our... interesting deployment to that agriworld, Amberly and the 597th faced a... small problem with transportation. Said problem being that, while nearly all of our women were now more than half again as tall as even a Catachan, and more than a dozen times the mass thanks to their immense figures, none of them had gained the psychic ability to shrink themselves back down, so there was no way in the Warp that we'd all fit on a troopship, let alone the single-regiment naval auxiliary that'd

I walked into the regiment's command centre only to be greeted by… umm, Regina, or rather her stomach, except engorged to over half my height again (and several times wider) by its, ah, occupants."Umm… Hi, Ciaphas," she half moaned, before being interrupted by several drawn-out, very intense gurgles from her stomach, "could you close the door? It gets kinda loud, and I don't want to disturb the troops."I did so, noticing the as I did that her gut had been busy digesting its occupants - she'd

After the Reclaimers rescued me from the space hulk, Mira, still determined to take me as her consort despite the difficulties, had managed to make herself Governor of a nearby world that suddenly found itself needing a new one after the last one and all his heirs were exposed as heretics, and via some combination of bribes, threats and dogged persistence managed to appoint me commander of the local PDF - a position that freed me of any obstacles to the marriage. Which proved to be even more ple

My
first writing. Hope you enjoy.
Perlia
- Demon valley
I
dived for cover as a squad of orks - a Nob and his bodyguards,
according to Jurgen - charged past towards the control chapel.
"Frakk," I breathe. "Felicia's in there." And,
more importantly, my only way to the safety of my artillery unit.
What
the others would undoubtedly see as a rush to the rescue was
interrupted by the sudden cessation of the orks' war cry, along with
several loud gulps and belches. Advancing more s

Roboute Guilliman, Lord Commander of the Imperium, relaxed in his private chambers, waiting for Yvraine's private visit. While the rumours of him forging the Imperium's alliance with the Ynnari just to get the chance to... liaise with her were of course false, the xenos witch's undeniable beauty - and her amazing rear end - had helped him overcome his inherent distrust of all things inhuman. And while he could remain outside the Armour of Fate for only short periods of time, she was experienced