"Let me get this straight. Your overlord wishes to have words with me, so you come here to summon me without taking no for an answer. And what's more, the only way to speak to your overlord is by going through a trial of worth even though it's THEY who wish to speak to ME. Do I understand this right?"




    "

Yessssss

,

Cassandra Cream walked into a rather large shoe store in the neighborhood, serving people of all sorts but especially preds such as herself. There was a sign saying "No shirt, no shoes, you're on the menu", which she found amusing. She checked the selection of expensive shoes for something she didn't already have. Something quiet, but stylish.



Cassy Black had been around back, and was coming back around, to the front of

"Come
on, this is the best chance we've had in years!" A figure
hopping across rooftops playfully whispered.
"I
know, but we need to do this right if we're going to get away from
it." Another figure leaping more quickly and efficiently
replied.
"What,
you're afraid of the cops? That's why we're not doing this alone,
silly!" The playful figure stopped on the roof next to the
museum with the least gauche exterior for an artifact museum to date.
A perfect way t

Alley
smiled softly to herself, as she walked further into the woods. This
was going to be an easy A for her final project in college. Dressed
in a pair of tight cargo shorts and a white tank top, the brunette
held her notebook tightly. Following behind her were her friends;
Amanda, a blonde just as curvy as Alley although slightly plumper
with thick black rimmed glasses, and Kelly, a short and petite 5'0"
raven haired woman. The three of them had one project; Prove or
disprove an urban leg

Hello,
and welcome to this exclusive live segment of Ask a Djinn'iri. My
name is Alan Smithee, and I have no idea how I got here or why I'm
hosting a talk show right now, but there's a cue card being held up
next to someone waving a wad of cash, so I guess I'm doing this.
Anyway, the cue card is telling me that behind that curtain is our
panel of special guests, and here they are now!
Ichor:
I'm guessing this whole your fault, Fanta-rida. It usually is.
Farida:
Don't blame me for this, I'm as co

"Cleavage
is so much more convenient," Alice said with a huff in her tone.
"You
only say that because you don't like using your nipples, Marie.
Everyone knows they're more useful."
"Oh,
really?" Alice pushed back the blue dyed bangs in her long black
hair, then folded her arms under her moderate bust in a maroon
low-cut top. Extremely low-cut at that, but since they weren't out
and about that wouldn't become an issue. "I don't remember the
last time I h

Roswitha stretched her arms over her
head, her huge breasts perking up and wobbling with the motion.
Oishii was out at school again leaving Roswitha completely bored with
hours before her cute little lover would return. So it was Rose would
have to go out and find a way to entertain herself. Making sure her
tight fit white t-shirt covered as much of her breasts as it could,
she exited her home into the dark alley that concealed her ramshackle
home in search for something to play with.
About to t

Logged:
01:13:52 May 16th, 2016
Barbara
Archer
Daily
Schedule Checklist
02:10
Wake,
perform general morning routine for personal hygiene
02:15
Begin
initialization of basic machinery for later use, including access
port to geothermal generator tying into Mistress Cream's body heat
02:30
Begin
initial searches for Mistress Cream's daily targets
02:40
Create
secondary parameters for Mistress Cream's targets: Contract, Bounty,
General Sustenance, Leisure
03:30
Determine
sustenance for myself and Mi

 
  "Ladies
and Gentlemen! Children of all ages! (Even though you are only
allowed to be here if you're eighteen or older.) Sponsored by the New
International People's Panel of Lactation Enthusiasts, I am glad to
present to you…the first annual Breast Vore Olympian Duel!" 
  The crowd roared in delight, plus impatience since the event
was supposed to start an hour ago. But with contestants like these,
people were willing to sit in their seats and wait. That is, ex

    There
was a conflict going on in the mind of Roswitha Marina Kriemhild. It
wasn't about anything like what shoes to buy, what beverage to buy at
a vending machine, nothing like that. It was that she didn't know
what to think of her much larger friend, the cowgirl known
as Megan.    They weren't very close, and
only got to meet together for a short time at a mutual friend's
birthday party. Megan seemed to be sweet, kind, and quite the looker
as wel

Hello,
everyone~ Boys, girls, men, women, natives, aliens, fellow creatures
of legend--
Will
you PLEASE knock it off? It's bad enough we were the ones chosen to
represent all Djinn'iri together, do you have to extend it to make a
joke?Uh,
yeah, I do. Why else would anyone keep reading? And besides, since
when were you devoid of a sense of humor?Any
time we're in remotely the same location. You manage to take the fun
out of torturing the innocent with a-Whoa!
Whoa, whoa. We're not supposed to get

 
  ChiChi
was a noblewoman. By definition, that meant she was the bustiest
woman in her home town. This was indeed true, and it led hear to wear
a smile in addition to the cleavage-revealing kimonos that showed of
her wonderful, perfect I-cups. Each was bigger than her head, and of
all the noblewomen she was definitely one of the more prominent due
to her outgoing nature in getting her chest worshipped by the local
men and causing humiliation amongst all flat-chested women within

Mari
got home from school, sighing. Living next to a family of
non-magical people wasn't easy. Especially when the only child of the
other family was your best friend.    It wasn't that
Cameron was a wimp or anything. He just…well, he didn't have magic.
And as Mari's mother constantly reminded her, it takes magic to be
worth anyone's while and be a complete member of society. Which was
kind of hard to believe considering that her mother constantly used
magic of one sort or anoth

[The
office of Tony Roche, crime boss of the west side] 
  They say that desperate times call for desperate measures.
When Bernie Carilli and his crime family is aiming to rub yours out,
that counts as a desperate time. And what Tony Roche just called in
was definitely a desperate measure. 
  Tony didn't exactly understand why the hitman he just asked
for via telegram in didn't ask for a payment in advance, or why they
wanted the upfront payment to be a couple of milk bottles