Scott had been trekking through the forest for nearly two hours and a half. He started the hike at seven and now it is nine thirty, the time people usually wake up on Saturdays. At the entrance to the forest reservation he had looked up and the sky was a deep orange, now through the branches and leaves that provided shade to his path, he could see that the sky was a pretty blue with the occasional cotton-

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                The streets were empty, at least. No one to get in her way, bump into her, gawk at her, or do any of the other innumerable things that would piss her off. For that, at least, Sanura was thankful. Scowling, she took a deep drag of her cigarette, swirling the smoke in her mouth for a few moments before exhaling a cloud of fumes up into the air. Her scowl softened somewhat, and she took another puff on her ci

RegicideMaria stretched her arms into the air, letting her light muffin top breathe in the fresh air of Gwen’s apartment. A place she only frequented when she was asleep or Gwen was at work anymore. It had been a long week, in and out of Gwen’s womb constantly, taking shots and videos for a fanbase of what she could only describe as weirdos at this point. Or at least she thought it had only been a week. Time was kind of a mess for her at the moment. Their portfolio had only grown in the past

“Don't you interrupt me when I'm in the middle of negotiations, goddess of 



troubles!” said king Gilgamesh with his high-toned voice.



 



Ritsuka and Mash turned their gaze on the interrupter, to see Ishtar, the same one they saw just yesterday, but she seemed a little different. 

“I tell you, bro, it’s so hard being me sometimes.” “Mmhm.”“My gifted talents have awarded me with yet another proof of it.”“Yeah.”“The creative excellence award.”“That’s the name of it.”“Something that very few people get awarded.”“As you say.”“So not only am I blessed with great looks and a great body, but my intelligence is also unique.”“Mmmm… Not too sure about that last one given your previous test scores.”Emily’s joyful mood was cut off with

“Is everything ready?”


“Of course, Master.” Ten smiled to himself. In his hands, he held a small box that contained stages one through six all in separate chambers. If he looked over at another part of the room, he found stages seven, eight and nine all in different states of containment. Seven, the smallest of the three, sat with his eyes wide in a small hamster cage. All and all, he stood at a height of barely half a metre, though c

You blush and raise your hand, about to knock on Professor Rava’s door. You hesitate: the motherly vixen has always been so kind to you. She immediately took you under her wing when you showed up in her classroom on your first day at Nomshire University, looking all lost and helpless: like a sad, frightened little human in the Middle Ages, missing their wolf-shepherd! And yet… You swallow, feeling a familiar cold rush of guilt pooling in your stomach. You know your work in her Biology 10

Selena head downstairs ready for another day of hard work. Her job was stressful but she anticipated a tremendous payoff. As a herpetologist she was tasked with researching a recently discovered breed of python that was kept in her own home safely within its enclosure. Her wife, Jessica expressed discomfort at the idea of keeping such a large predator in their home, but Selena reassured her she had nothing to worry about. Despite knowing each other for such a short time, they trusted each other

The sound of weapons clashing, groans of pain, and an announcer’s declaration of victory filled Julien’s living room. It was early in the morning and sitting on Julien’s couch was a short, curvy redheaded girl. Cara had stayed the night playing various games with Julien, but it seemed that she had risen early this morning in order to practice. She was playing an obscure fighting game that came out recently. Julien usually was able to acquire more indie titles, and he loved tryi

Megan huffed as she climbed the stairs to her school's front door. It was her first day as a teacher at Jefferson Private Elementary and she refused to be late. She finally reached the top and leaned down on her knees. Her pregnancy was not making stairs easy. 6 months, almost 7, with triplets wouldn't make it easy for anyone. Megan caught her breath and made her way inside as quick as she could and to her classroom where her class was already waiting for her.

It had been another long day for Oswin, having spent most of it half-heartedly floating from book to book as she tried to calm her wandering mind. Her sister Ryla had been gone since the morning, having trotted off to do some errands or go on some dangerous adventure, or usually both as the two activities often went hand in hand for her.A troubled sigh left her lips as she lay in bed, looking out towards the sinking sun, watching as the darkness rolled in over the hills. Softly she closed her bo

“OSWIIIIN!” The creature screamed her name as it struck with mouth agape, lunging towards her at a blistering speed, turning Oswin’s shrieking war cry into one of absolute panic as the creature descended upon her, causing the terrified girls mouth to stretch open to an even wider degree as her eyes slammed shut and her arms flailed wildly.The full weight of this creature was soon upon her, knocking her to the floor as she felt something heavy fly down her esophagus and into her

Fania is an adventurer, a free mercenary who roams the land performing odd jobs for settlements and cities, selling her martial prowess to bands in need of a stout ally, and of course following any lead that might end in a treasure hunt. In her heart however she is always a huntress first, raised in a tribal society in the woods, only eating what she and her tribe sisters could hunt. The catgirl has been comfortably living in the woods near a settlement of civilized races recently, learning its

 With grace and energy, she stalked her prey through the grim ruin of a borough and its fort.This fell settlement existed far beyond the borders of modern states, but during its height, it was a rich, strong city in the greatest empire of its time. Her ancestors had haunted the wilds around the borough before its decline, and they had prospered within during its final days. She was the last of her kind, and she had slumbered in the dark cells of the borough for ages before an expeditionary

The temperature was fair, sunlight was pouring through the tree canopy, and Hilja was in a more-or-less positive mood as she trotted through the woods between the trees. The red-haired centaur, under any other situation than her own, would have preferred to be traversing the gravel or packed dirt of a road rather than having to push away branches and avoid twisting a hoof on the uneven terrain. However, roads were no longer an option for her, as the company of anyone was no longer a luxury she c

 At the point where her voice was strong enough for the usage but still held a rough tone, Lauren was in her isolation booth, recording growls, screams, and harsh vocals for later use or inspiration. After two hours of recording, Lauren stepped out of the booth, made sure her recording was saved across multiple devices and formats, and walked into her kitchen where Nadalia, Sange, and Ume sat. “Oh hey, you made it,” Lauren said to Sange and Ume. “How were the activities?” 

In Her Coils
by Thecheese01
Liz stared out at the club floor from her darkened corner, warily eyeing the mass of bodies cast in harsh neon lights and deep shadow, bumping and jostling. Some clustered around chairless tables, others the narrow bar at the far end of the room. The rest resided somewhere between, a single form of flesh and clothes, sheer and loose, vibrant and muted, glimmering metal, and perhaps the occasional patch of scales, the odd tuft of fur from a flicking ear or tail.
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