02:00:34
Primrose_Academy: -At last the first class of the day was over. The
halls were full of students, a sea of swirling red skirts and
feminine shapes, all moving about between lockers and conversing
groups. Many of those girls were cutting through the courtyard, an
open-air section near the library. Brick paths wound their way
between trees and hedges, and a couple of nice statues stood here
too. It was a slice of serenity in the middle of an otherwise busy
school. Stone benches here were q

3:58:02
[Primrose_Academy -> Tzelle]: -At last, the weekend! School had
wrapped on Friday, and the rush of girls leaving immediately had died
down; a good number of young ladies were still walking the halls,
their red skirts swishing about pleasantly as they scurried to finish
up so they could start the partying. On top of the usual buzz of a
Friday, there had been another exciting bit of gossip fluttering
about. Next week, there would be a bunch of new girls transferring
from Chateau LaFleur

"I
really hate this job."
Without
looking up from the magazine she was paging through, Claire offered a
noncommital noise of acknowledgement. She and Arianna had worked at
the tiny gas station for two years, and every time they worked
together, it was the same complaints.
"It's
bad enough I have to drive almost an hour to get here every day,"
Arianna continued, scrawling on a blackboard with a piece of chalk.
She was writing up the day's specials (the snacks that had expi

[Primrose_Academy
-> Tzelle]: -A few days had passed since Tzelle had eaten Madison,
and the school carried on as it usually did. It was nearing the
weekend; tomorrow was Friday, and already the place was abuzz with
talk of parties and plans. At the end of the day, the cheer squad was
practicing; there were ten girls shaking their stuff in the middle of
the gym, and a few students had turned out to spectate. Miss Foxy,
the luscious dark-skinned teacher was giving pointers and keeping
time, bu

[Primrose_Academy
-> Tzelle]: -It was after school on Tuesday. By now, the class was
buzzing with rumors of Victoria's disappearance; when one of the
student parliament vanished, it generally got people talking. Nobody
knew who had eaten her, but the end result was clear; Victoria
wouldn't be seen again. The bell rang at the end of math class, and a
number of girls filed out. Jinx was one of them. The pretty redhead
was a slim girl, and she wore her uniform in a more modest way than
most of t

[Primrose_Academy
-> Lexanna]:-It was first break, and already, Victoria had a
stalker. She was a lovely redhead, with bright hair which bounced
with every step. Hers was a slender figure, though her full bust
pressed at her neatly-buttoned blouse, and her red pleated skirt was
dangerously short. A pair of knee socks, some nice pumps, and a red
tie completed the look, all of it neat and proper. Some girls didn't
respect the uniform, but Victoria was not such a girl. She was the
trearurer

[Samantha_Grey
-> Primrose_Academy]: Finding quiet moments in Primrose was a
battle. The moment she started publicly dating one of the girls and
they didn't get eaten, there'd been an ever increasing amount of
attention and stares. Samantha was getting used to them for the most
part, and actually trying to have a life in the school past doing her
classes hadn't helped that whole situation one bit. But all the same
there were just days she needed a breather, to get away from the
looks and the

[Samantha_Grey
-> Primrose_Academy]: It was late, around the time that the sports
groups were letting out. Samantha had done a lap or two around the
track to at least try and stay in shape without resorting to her
wings. Getting back, she'd put a tablet of something that she'd
prepared the night before into a small bottle and shaken it up. No
real taste, and just a voodoo witch doctor's cure, but it was meant
to pull a head-shrinking routine on the whole body if she could just
find someone ni

[Primrose_Academy
-> Liz2]: -It was a good day for a field trip! Primrose Academy
had scheduled a day trip to the Natural History Museum, to look at
the dinosaur exhibits. Uniform was optional, and none of the girls
had worn it. There were fifteen girls in total ready to board the
bus, all standing around and talking. Two teachers were chaperones
for the trip; Miss West and The Colonel, and both were standing at by
the bus, sorting out the students. A pretty blonde girl stood next to
Miss Wes

[Primrose_Academy
-> Harry_O_Neal]: -It was break time, between the two afternoon
classes, and the halls were full of students. It was a sea of short
red skirts, all swirling around and moving about, headed off to
various classrooms. In one of the halls just off the main one, a few
girls were somewhat removed from the bustle. Cheryl was a gorgeous
cheerleader, petite yet very well-shaped, with her lovely curves
wrapped in the red and white cheer skirt and her matching halter top.
A pair of wh

[Primrose_Academy
-> Top_Pred]: -It was spare block, and the halls were quiet.
Mostly. A few girls were scattered about, some of them studying, some
of them skipping. At a table in the cafeteria, Cassandra sat staring
at a laptop screen. The shapely brunette had writer's block; there
was only so many ways one could write 'and regrettably, she was
eaten' before one just resorted to cliches. She sighed, and took a
drink from her bottle of water, then continued to stare at the
screen. Across the

[Primrose_Academy
-> Kaylana]: -At last, the break! The first class of the day was
out of the way, and the next class would start soon. But for ten,
blessed minutes, the girls were free to roam the halls, chat, check
the lockers, and do whatever. This chaos was a mass of short red
skirts swirling about, and girls voices. Over towards the library,
things were a little quieter. Vierna, the new class president was
standing by the lockers, talking with Jessica, one of the yearbook
writers. Both l

[Primrose_Academy
-> Liz2]: -It was a little bit before class, and there were a few
students milling about. The morning found Michelle lurking about near
the athletic areas, but so far she hadn't spied any volleyball girls.
Instead, she had seen one of the new girls, a delightful brunette
named Penelope who cut a striking figure in her uniform, bouncing a
basketball in the gym. Chelsea was there too, sitting in a small nook
beside the vending machines, flipping through a paper. The slim asian

[Liz2
-> Primrose_Academy]: Michelle sighed as she slithered through the
halls. She was a pretty girl, with long blonde hair and a lovely
tanned skin tone..Oh she was also a naga, so the human part about her
was her upper half. Her lower half was dark green with scales and a
shiny glint to it. Her uniform was personally tailored to match her
outfit so that it worked with her body. As she slithered along, her
body left a slimy trail as she soon reached her locker. Her blue eyes
looked around a

[Primrose_Academy
-> Top_Pred]: -A couple of weeks had passed since the start of
school, and already, it promised to be a year to remember. Of the 100
students who had begun the year, only 82 were still walking the
halls. The question on many girls' minds; would they make it to
graduation? Accompanying the usual disappearances were a few strange
stories, but none stranger than Mina Sato, a known predator starting
a martial arts club, to help students defend themselves from predator
attacks. T

[Samantha_Grey
-> Primrose_Academy]: God. She needed to get away from everyone.
She was certain people were watching, judging. Maybe a couple of them
were, and maybe it was mostly in her imagination. Samantha just
needed to stop having those eyes on her all the time. Settling on the
library, she collected her books and made her way back, in between
the stacks and out of sight. There were always a few small desks set
aside for people to work in. At the very least, she could get a
moment to bre

01:17:42
[Primrose_Academy -> Celebrity_Death]: -"So..." Willow
began, bounding up next to Isabella. "Guess what I went and saw
last Friday?" Isabella sighed putting her books in her locker
and collecting new ones, while pointedly not looking at her drama
club friend. The petite actress was bouncing on her feet, shaking her
hips to a beat only she could hear, smirking as she watched Isabella
with her piercing blue eyes. Her tangled mop of blonde hair fell over
one eye, and

[Primrose_Academy
-> Samantha_Grey]: -It was after school, when many of the clubs
met up. The martial arts club was at work on the field; it was
certainly an interesting experiment. A predator teaching students to
avoid becoming meals. So far, two members had been eaten, though one
of them was Miss Grundine's doing. The other? Well, that had been
Samantha. The hallway was mostly quiet now, with only a scattering of
students still lingering. There was a shelf above some of the
lockers, and Nad

[Samantha_Grey
-> Primrose_Academy]: Sam sighed to herself, glancing out through
the window of the drama club at the classrooms across the quad. She
could see Christine, talking to Victoria. She was walking towards
class with those cute black glasses of hers. Sam bit her lip and
closed her eyes. "I'm not a lesbian," she muttered to
herself. "But I'm surrounded by girls... so when in Rome."
She grunted sourly at the sight of the dark haired beauty and whipped
away from the

[Mina_Sato
-> Primrose_Academy]: Mina sat at the outside bleachers waiting a
bit anxiously. She looked at her watch, she had put up flyers for her
new club all over the place. She made a special effort to put a few
by Alexis's locker. Five minutes until the meeting time she had set
up. She had brought some of her blocking pads from home. She got up
and did some stretches.
[Primrose_Academy
-> Mina_Sato]: -As the clock ticked towards 3:30, the question
became; would anyone show up? There wa

[Mina_Sato
-> Primrose_Academy]: Mina walked around the halls with a purpose.
She was trying to find The Colonel as he was known. What she wanted
was to find a sponsor for a martial arts club. She figured that The
Colonel's interest in military discipline and histrory might make him
the perfect candidate to help her get her foot into the door.
Starting a club was part of a larger plan. She had to show herself to
be trustworthy to some of the prey girls. What better way then to
start an organi

[Primrose_Academy
-> Mina_Sato]: -Monday, as it always did, came too soon. The first
couple of blocks were always slow, but the students were at the break
before homeroom. Outside in the courtyard, where plants and trees and
garden paths were carefully tended, a few students were strolling
about. Roxy was a petite blonde with fine, delicate features; almost
elven features, really. She wore a fair bit of mascara, and a pretty
red flower was pinned in her hair. Her uniform was snug about her
bu

[Primrose_Academy
-> Mina_Sato]: -At long last, it was Friday! The first week of
classes was coming to an end. Just one more day of suffering through
boring classes until the weekend. It was about fifteen minutes till
the first block, and some of the girls had shown up early. Shayla was
standing by her locker; the girl wore her uniform sloppily, with the
shirt buttoned up just enough to be decent, and the small part of the
tie was longer than the main part. She was listening to a pair of
earb

[Primrose_Academy
-> Tzelle]: -It was towards the close of the day, but the third
period was dragging. They were in Miss West's english class, and the
woman was going on about proper grammatical structures. Watching the
clock tick down the final seconds to the bell was an agonizing
process. The clock seemed to go back once for every two it moved
forward. Finally the ring ended the class, and the girls began to
filter out! There were a few stragglers who weren't quite out the
door as quick as

[Primrose_Academy
-> Top_Pred]: -"I have Miss West next block, kill me now,"
Kimmie sighed. The asian girl had porcelain skin, flawless and soft,
and her long, black hair bounced with every step. The beauty had
liquid hazel eyes that would melt most men, and a face like a doll's.
Her top had all its buttons done up, but it stretched across her
bust, and her red pleated skirt was short enough that it would be
indecent should the girl bend over. Walking beside her was a slim,
willowy

"So what do
you think?"
"Chad's not
your type."
Clarissa studied
herself in the car's rearview mirror; she was a pretty brunette, with
cherry-red lipstick and lashes that would melt the heart of any man.
She wore a state trooper's uniform, complete with a snug, fitted tan
blouse and equally snug tan pants. Her hat was perched on the dash
of the patrol car. Sitting in the passenger seat was her partner, a
ravishing blonde named Elsie. The young lady had her hair cut shor

Two indistinct
figures approached the Reincarnation Machine.
"I hope I
don't get lizard again," one said, inserting a coin into the
slot. The metal disc began to fall, bouncing past pegs which
directed its course.
"You might
luck out and get insect," the other one replied, a dry humor in
its tone.
"Oh, that
would suck," the first complained. But the coin bounced past
insect, and careened towards the more exclusive options.
The second inserted
its own coin, whi

The
truck pulled into the diner's parking lot, and parked badly near the
edge. The engine went silent, and from the cab emerged a huge, bulky
fellow with greenish, scaly skin, webbed feet, and a wide mouth full
of sharp teeth. His name was Brock, and he was a swamp monster. He
stretched as he stepped out, cracking his neck three times.
The
truck was a large eighteen-wheeler. The side read 'Sweet Treat Ice
Cream; Emergency Treat Deployment Vehicle". And as the swamp
monster reached the

"What
do you think?"
Brock
stood up for a moment, glancing out from the bushes. "It might
just work..." he rumbled thoughtfully. Before he was spotted,
he ducked back down behind cover.
"It
might be our only chance!" Hrothnik whined, wriggling his
tentacles. It should be noted that Hrothnik was a horrible,
woman-eating monster. He had a long, tube-ish neck capped with a
large, fleshy maw. His body was a long, lumpy oval-shaped mass of
monstrous flesh, and fou

       
“Oh, by the way, try not to leave
the cooler open again.”       
Jessica suppressed a frustrated scream and meekly nodded.  Her
manager smiled, and disappeared into the back, the door closing
behind her.  With a deep breath, Jessica put a palm to her
forehead, and she swept her dark hair back slowly.  As she let
go, it fell back to frame her face, cascading over her
shoulders.    

"There
is no finer garment in the world than yoga pants."
Hrothnik
the worm-monster made his pronouncement with a smacking of lips,
quite a loud noise from a creature whose face was 90% lip. That
face, or what passed for one, was the open end of a long, tube-like
body. He had four wriggly tentacles, which squirmed with excitement
at the thought of yoga pants. The tentacles and the tube-like body
both disappeared into the bushes, where some sort of indescribable
body lurked, mercifu

"Okay,
okay. How about this. Argyle or plaid?"
The
tall green monster spread his hands, grinning widely. His was a
frightening grin, full of sharp teeth, with lips wide enough to fit
two abreast (if they were skinny). The monster himself stood twenty
feet, with scaly green skin and webbed feet that hinted at an aquatic
disposition. His name was Brock.
Across
the path, hiding in the bushes opposite, was a true monstrosity; four
tentacles flanked a long, wormy body with a round ring of f

With
a bright flash and a soft pop, the strobe lights fired.
"Oh,
that's perfect. Hold that pose..." the photographer said
excitedly.
Kailey
did as she was told. The young model was sitting back on her
haunches, her hands held up in her platinum blonde hair. Her full,
luscious lips were pursed in a tiny, sexy pout, and her lovely lashes
looked ready to bat at any moment.
The
bright light and the soft pop came again.
"Love
it!" the photographer declared, looking at the back of

The
Sultry Secrets Lingerie Shop on 5th Avenue was a lovely building;
nice, elegant marble walls set with large glass windows, each with a
tasteful, lacy garment on display. The building was easily thirty
feet tall inside, with nice, lofty ceilings, and the shop was divided
into sections with long, billowing violet drapes, hanging from the
ceiling; the overall effect was much like a harem. The whole store
was filled with the dull throb of bass; dance music was a constant,
upbeat backdrop to th

“Where
do you think you’re going dressed like that?!”
Blair
finished gluing the last bit of lace edge to the heart-shaped
invitation on the kitchen table. The voice was familiar, right down
to the tone and words used. It was almost a ritual by now. “I’m
going to school, mom,” she said, not bothering to look up.
“Well,
put on a sweater, then. I’m not going to have my daughter parading
around with her bra showing!”
Blair
looked across the kitchen table at her mother, batti

Warmth and
sunshine were the order of the day. It was bright and sunny, with
not a cloud in the sky; the sort of day to call in sick to work. A
pleasant, carefree air seemed to infect the world, giving everyone a
bounce in their step and a smile on their face. It was the sort of
day that Becky, the Ice Cream Stand manager, absolutely hated.
“I mean,
why does it have to be so damned pleasant?” she growled.
She was a very attractive young woman, wearing a pair of tight blue
jeans, cinched

“There are flies in
my ice cream, miss.”
“They’re supposed
to be there.”
“…They are?”
“You ordered frog
surprise? It comes with little licorice flies in it.”
“Ohh, licorice…”
Becky smiled at her
customer; it was a practiced smile, one that didn’t really touch
her pretty hazel eyes. The server was pretty, with dark hair framing
an elegant face, and her body was slim, with delightful curves in all
the right places. She wore a red golf shirt, not quite the unifor

It was a pleasant
afternoon, Penny decided. It was sunny, which was nice; it had been
raining for the last few days. A flock of white fluffy clouds were
drifting through the sky, making their lazy way to meet the branches
of the nearby trees. The leaves were waving back, rustled by a
gentle breeze. There were birds out, and they were probably singing.
The girl couldn’t really tell, since the ice cream stand’s music
was so loud as to drown out any outside noise, but she liked to think
th

“Are you sure I can
do this?”
Heggar’s weathered
face crinkled up in a smile. His eyes, their brilliant azure
untouched by his age, took in the young lass before him with a
thorough glance. The beautiful Princess Cailyn was usually wearing
silks and lace, her hair delicately coiffed and dabbed with scented
oils. But not today. She wore a pair of snug leather breeches and a
laced corset over a white shirt. Her hair was gathered in a loose
ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her

It was a pleasant day
for a car wash. The sun was shining brightly, beating down on the
pavement; heat rose in waves from the asphalt. Surrounding a red
Honda were twelve young ladies, each in swimwear to one degree or
another, scrubbing or spraying the car with the enthusiasm only
teenage girls can muster. They were the senior volleyball team, and
this was their big fundraiser. The proceeds, as they were happy to
tell anyone, went towards their trip to California to compete against
the othe